#sir let me kiss your head and spend the evening complementing your eyes in every language I know

[starks-hero]

Iris

Pairing: Crowley x human!Reader

Summary: “When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.” Or, Crowley finally decides to tell you, his human lover, that he is a demon. He's justifiably terrified.

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: hurt/comfort

a/n: shout out to the wonderful anon that chucked me headfirst back into my good omens' obsession. anyway, I'm not saying you should listen to Iris whilst reading this but–

Crowley loved your eyes.

Well, he loved the entirety of you. But there was just something about their alluring shade, the way they watched him so intently and with softness he couldn't recall last being regarded with. Their divinity reflected that of the cosmos themselves. Crowley should know, he built them.

He never really understood the whole ‘eyes are the window to the soul’ line before you. From Crowley's, albeit limited understanding, souls didn't have windows, and even if they did, it wouldn't be a very good indicator of one's character. Even the bleakest of days look more promising from behind the safety of a window.

You were the one to change that perception, to take it in gentle hands and mould it into something softer, more sentimental. You proved to him that maybe there was some truth to the verses he'd heard poets recite again and again over the millennia. When with you, Crowley could feel the unconditional kindness beaming from you like rays from the sun, a readiness and willingness to be good that made him fall for humanity all over again.

And yet despite everything your eyes inspired in him, you were yet to see his own. And for good reason. Crowley still didn't understand what miracle, (or lack thereof) had transpired for you to be with him, but he did know that he wasn't about to put it at risk. You were his anti-thesis; made up of all things good and loveable. The thought of how quickly you'd leave the moment you saw his eyes and all they stood for was one that plagued him daily. But on the other side of the coin, Crowley couldn't disregard the fact that you deserved to know. You deserved the truth. You deserved so much more...

It was time for the bell to toll.

And so, Crowley followed his usual routine of picking you up after your shift, only this time the music was cranked up double what it usually would be (already deafening) in an attempt to drown out his frantic overthinking. The windows shuddered with each guitar solo and Crowley was sunk so far down in his seat his foot was pressed uncomfortably against the gas pedal. If it weren't for the fact that the Bentley was somewhat sentient, he probably would have swerved off the road a mile or two back.

The moment he set foot in your home an uncomfortable burning sensation shot up his spine. He cursed whoever had blessed your house before realising that said uncomfortable feeling was in fact a combination of both his nerves as well as the conscious he forgot he had.

The drive back to the flat was tortuous, for Crowley at least. Your hand was on his thigh as he drove, drawing circles into the fabric. The ever-alluring sound of Freddie Mercury's voice droned on in the background as Crowley rehearsed what he wanted to say, swapping out words and rephrasing sentences before restarting altogether. The closer he got to home the more hopeless he began to feel and by the time he was holding the flat door open for you Crowley fought the urge to find the nearest cave, catacomb or other undisturbed dwelling to take a century-long nap in. He just wanted to wait this whole thing out.

The reminder that you wouldn't be here in a century served as an adequate kick in the arse as he closed the door behind him. 

His shoulders were slumped and his steps slow as he moved through the apartment's halls in all their bleakness. The only room in the entirety of the flat that had any real colour was his conservatory, filled to the brim with succulents and tropical plants. The moment he entered said room he was met with the sight of green leaves and an earthy scent heavy in the air. It was an impressive sight, really; plants that stretched feet off the ground, leaves proudly pointed skyward, (although given Crowley’s presence it is far more likely this display was out of fear.) Ivy vines had begun to climb up the walls, something Crowley had intended to deal with before deciding he was rather fond of how they contrasted the greyness of the polished stone they clung too. 

Among it all, in the very centre of the botanical display, the plant you'd gifted him proudly sat. A purple Iris, its petals bright and its leaves healthy and succulent. Its scent was sweeter than that of the other plants and the flower, despite its size, did not seem intimidated by the impressive foliage that surrounded it. 

Crowley’s fingers delicately ghosted over the leaves. the sentimental side of him liked to believe that the flower’s flourishing beauty was because it had been gifted to him by you. Something about everything growing better with love. The more reasonable part of him acknowledged that it was due to the fact the plant had been placed nearest to the window as well as being the first watered each morning and night. The battle between his sentiment and rationality was nullified by the fact that you were also the reason the plant received such treatment, favouritism having quickly steered his hand.

You just had that habit about you; inspiring beauty whether you meant to or not. 

As Crowley studied the flower that in so many ways reminded him of you, he imagined the leaves becoming dry and shrivelled, of the royal purple petals withering beneath his touch. He pulled his hand away.

He found you reclined along the couch, one arm covering your face whilst the other hung weightlessly off the side of the furniture. Your dramatic pose was reminiscent of some tragic renaissance painting and the sight was one that inspired such fondness Crowley didn't even mention how you had your feet up on the fine velvet.

“Tired, love?” He asked instead.

“You have no idea. Today was an utter nightmare.”

Even whilst talking about the most mundane of things your voice was siren-like, resonant with divinity. Crowley could listen to you for hours, for the rest of his life. Until his immortal heart stopped and the earth beneath him turned to ash.

“I feel better now that I'm here with you.”

The words sent a dagger into his side, the following guilt twisting it in place. He moved to join you on the sofa and with a gentle tap to your ankle, he watched you move your feet before taking a seat beside you.

Your eyes were on him, he could feel it. The tension in his body and the seriousness of his expression was not something you were used to. He spoke before you could voice your concern.

“There's something I want–” He swallowed. “Something I need to tell you.”

“Okay.” Your breathy laugh that encompassed the word was an admirable attempt to hide your nerves but Crowley knew you better. “What is it?”

Silence followed.

Crowley opened and closed his mouth a few times, no words passing from his lips despite how hard he tried to voice them. There was a building pressure in his temples and he felt like his forked tongue was tied in a knot.

“Crowley.” Your hand travelled across the plane of his thigh and grabbed his own. It was a comforting touch yet he fought the urge to pull away. “What is it? You're scaring me.”

Another twist of the dagger.

“I– I just, it's that...” Crowley made a noise that fell somewhere between a groan and a whine. “I... I'm–” foreswearing words altogether, he reached for his glasses. With shaking hands, he pulled them away. “I'm not... good.”

He couldn't bring himself to look at you, to see the horror and fear in your eyes. “I'm quite the opposite actually.”

He felt your hand leave his own, the skin you'd once touched feeling bare. His chest hurt, his eyes stung and when he finally turned to you your fear and disbelief sent another sharpened blade through his chest.

“What–” The word fell quietly, the beginning of a sentence you'd never finish. Crowley took the liberty of answering regardless.

“Demon, unholy horror, the reason children are afraid of the dark.”

When you said nothing, he continued.

“I wanted to tell you. I should have told you. I never meant for this to go so far. I tried to stop it so many times but then you'd say or do something and I– just never wanted it to end. And I know that's selfish but–” Crowley motioned to his eyes. “That's what I am. Selfish, unforgivable– a bad omen.”

As his words set in you remained unmoving. Your eyes hadn't left his, not since he'd pulled off his glasses and laid everything bare.

“Love...” There was another stretch of silence and Crowley felt like he was drowning; like he was back at Mesopotamia with wind and rain at his back and a wave so large it blended with the sky fast approaching on the horizon. “Please, say something.”

You said nothing.

Rather, you raised your hand against his cheek, thumb timidly tracing beneath his eye, as if to ensure it was real.

Crowley flinched.

“This is what you've been hiding from me? All this time.” You asked. “And here I thought you just really didn't like the sun.”

Crowley blinked a few times, lips falling in a frown. He backed away from your touch.

“Crowley...”

“You've just found out that I'm evil incarnate and you're making jokes.”

“What would you prefer I do?”

“I'm a demon.” Crowley ensured to emphasise the word. “I'd prefer you did what anyone else would do.”

‘Leave.’ This part was silent. ‘For your own sake.’

You didn't waver. Your hand fell back against his shoulder, testing the waters and when he didn't pull away you continued.

“From my understanding, demons are supposed to be cruel, unlovable. So if you're a demon,” your hand ventured to his neck, Crowley's eyes falling shut despite himself as you traced his jaw. “Then no offence love but you're not a very good one.”

Crowley couldn't quite place the feeling that took hold of him at your words, but it left him feeling both hollowed and relieved. His eyes stung again, but this time he was smiling.

“You're being far too conversational about this.” His fingers encircled your wrist, he could feel the steady beat of your pulse beneath his thumb. “This really doesn't bother you..?”

You shook your head. “And even if it did, I'm in too deep now to get hung up on something like that.”

Crowley tried to think rationally but instead, he thought of the beauty of the cosmos, of dark purple petals and perfumed air. Of your eyes and their warmth and this time the idea of a withering flower didn't even cross his mind.

“You're sure about this, falling in love with a demon. Dangerous business, that.”

“I'll take my chances,” you mused. “Besides, being without you is the only real hell I can imagine.”

Crowley chortled, boyish and pure, a noise that certainly should not have come from a demon. "Aziraphale been loaning you his books, has he?"

“No, but I am trying to cheer you up." You gently nudged his side. “Is it working?”

Crowley's reaction told you it was. His eyes in all their vibrant brilliance shone so bright you felt you were staring at the sun. When he reached for his glasses, your hand worked on its own accord to stop him.

“Leave them off, please? I want to see you." Your words were cleansing and for the first time in an eternity, he felt worthy. Worthy of adoration, of love, of you.

Crowley kissed you, and you did not wilt.

tag list: @bakerstreethound @miraclesoflove @doozywoozy @mywellspringoflife

#sir let me kiss your head and spend the evening complementing your eyes in every language I know #man oh man did I have a field day with the title (the song his eyes AND the flower) 3 for 1 #crowley x reader #good omens #good omens crowley #good omens crowley x reader #crowley x you #crowley imagine #crowley x y/n #crowley good omens

[a-very-tired-raven]

Hello there! I just read your Swatch x Reader headcanons and was wondering Could i possibly get a Spamton x Reader where Spamton is just totally confused on if the Reader genuinely loves him or if its just some sales pitch. Hes been my comfort character for a while so it'd be nice :>

thank you for reading my silly request :]

Hiya broski! Sorry this took a bit to answer! I didn't really know how to approach this ask. I'm new to fics so I needed to take a bit to prepare so I would know how to write this and to get into the lil man's head if that's alright! Hope you enjoy my dude and remember to lemme know if anythings wonky!

●True Intentions ●

"Here you go sir, your order?" He gave a polite nod to the server "Yes thank you." They gave a small smile and walked away. He took a small sip of his drink as he returned to his thoughts. Spamton was....confused to say the least. He met you about a week ago in the alleyway of his shop.

You'd been looking for your pet or something and tried to dig in a garbage bin....Which was actually his shop. That was locked. He just got back with some goods thst he got a nice deal on and all he saw was some stranger pulling on the lock to his shop. He angerly poked on your waist to see what you were up to.

"What are you doing?!"You jumped and awkwardly explained what it was you were doing when he demanded to know what you were up to.

"I uh..lost my pet..I thought I seen her go off this way?" Of course he was still skeptical but put his goods up and helped you look.

Eventually you two did find what you were looking for and you thanked him more times then we could count. Right before you left is when you started the confusion. You awkwardly asked for his number, and when asked why you nervously shrugged and said he was nice and you thought he was cute. Which absolutely baffled him

When was the last time someone complemented him? Let alone ask for his number and want to spend more time again. He accepted of course and didn't think anything of it.

He started thinking about it when he ran into you almost every day for the rest of the week. Everytime you saw him you were thanking him,and trying your best to make small talk.

This included asking him questions, like what did he do for a living,how many sales has he made,what's the biggest deal he's made. All if which he's awkwardly responded to with vague and short answers. This made him even more suspicious. Whyd you wanna know so much about his job and deals?

He hasn't seen you since everyone's moved to the dark town. Maybe he wouldn't see you again. If there's a whole 'nother dark world who's to say there's not more? Maybe you were somewhere else.

The smell of pastries pulls him out of his thoughts a little. Banana nut he thinks. He does admit you are kinda cute.. which brings him to the present. Why him? It's pretty well known he's a business man.

A horrible one at that. He only Ever gets people's attention when they want to get a deal or a-a..a sales pitch...

His fists clench. Of course. Why else would you go after someone like him? You just wanna make a sales pitch. Nothing more then that. You could of just said so. You didn't have to barge in his life like that and lead him on all for the sake of a deal. It all makes sense now!

Who makes small talk like that??? About deals,and sales...why was that the first question to asked? Why not start off with basic small talk?? Why be interested in him? Why him? Why'd you need to know what his biggest sale and deal was! Of all the people...You just wanted a good deal...

He doesn't hear the distant chime of the Cafe bell. He just angrily glares daggers at his own reflection. It wasn't until a shy familiar voice spoke pointedly in his direction did he force his head out of the clouds.

"Hey Spamton! I uhm.. how are you doing today?" You give a soft smile and take a seat in front of him. "I'm fine" He looked the other way. "Um.. " You glance at the window. You look at his order. "Ohh number 7! That's a good one. Moonberry fudge and a gram apple muffin. Nice." You give a soft smile.

He just remains quiet. You seem a little anxious by now. "..weather's nice huh?.." with only a human for a response you start brimming with anxiety. You try a different approach. "I had a good day at work! We didn't have any rude people.." You look at him.

"Uh how about you? How's work? You made any good sales today?" He looks up at you with a harsh glare. "Wouldn't you like to know!" You flinch and your happy aura quickly forms into an apologetic one.

"I-..im-im sorry..I didn't mean to ask anything sensitive.." You give a sorry look. "I didn't did i?" You look down at your hands. Spamtion hesitates for a moment. No.. He..He cant hesitate. He stands up.

"Yes. Yes you did impose. You imposed in my life acting all kind when I know what you really want." You have the audacity to look confused. "What are you talking about?." He ignores you and heads towards the exit. "Spamton? Spamton wait! Please..I just wanna kno-"

Your conversation fades to the back of his mind as he exists the Cafe and heads towards his house. He should have know better. That way it wouldn't have hurt as bad... He gives a soft wave to a wherewire and keeps walking. After a little bit he stops walking immediately when he feels I small tap on his shoulder.

He turns. "What?!" You give a hurt expression and focus on your hands. "I um..I just wanted to apologize for imposing.. I didn't know you didn't like talking about that" He rolls his eyes. "Just leave me alone already. It's pretty obvious you just want to talk business." Confusion crosses your face once more.

"What? What are you talking about?" His fists clench again. "Aw stop playing dumb already! It's pretty obvious you don't like me, Your just after a good deal or you want a chance at being some big shot with a sales pitch!" He didn't realize he was yelling.

Your practically cowering at this point. "I-what! No-No I'm not! Please believe me I really do like you.. I don't even know how to do business like that!" You have your hands up in front of you as if a policeman had pulled you over.

He falters for a moment. He looks back up again when you speak up. Sorta. "Please..is there anything I can do to make you believe me..." You say just barely above a whisper. He just remains quiet. After a moment of shared silence you were fed up.

"Fine then! I'll prove I'm crazy for you! Absolutely bonkers! You hear?!" You grab both his shoulders, "H-Hey! Put me down!" And yank him up and plant a big kiss on his cheek. "Now will you please go on a date with me?!"

Your face is absolutely covered top to bottom with a beautiful shade of red. Both from anger and embarrassment.After a moment of silence you awkwardly drop him. "S-sorry.." you hide your face in the neck if your shirt.

His cheeks are burning a bright peachy color. "Um..it's alright" after a small beat of silence he adds "yes."

You look back down at him. "Yes what??" You look confused. "...yes I'll go on a date with you.." He doesn't think anyone who'd want some deal would go that far. He believes you now and he says so.

Your quiet for a moment. A small smile works its way on your face. "Alrighty come on, I know just the place" you give a small wink and grab his hand dragging him off to who knows where. "W-what now?!" He gives a baffled expression as he tries to keep up.

You turn and look down again "yes now silly! I gotta make sure you belive me 100!" percent!. "A-alright then..." maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...

ISNSJSS God that was a lot! And toughie! I enjoyed it tho!

#ravenwrites #raven writes #spamton #spamton deltarune #spamton x reader #reader x spamton #spamton dr #dr spamton #i hope this wasnt that bad #i tried lol #edgy answers

[local-ground-apple]

Can i get a oneshot where Azul finds out about reader's secret "pics of Azul Ashengrotto when he's not looking" magicame account lol

oh yes, the only magicam account that got more followers than Vil and Cater

wait for “Oh Azul, your radiant beauty is an art” discourse under the cut.

alternative title: Koebi-chan turns into sneaky snake to immortalise the beauty of local octopus who for once doesn’t know how to turn this situation into a contract feat.  neighbourhood-friendly eels dying from laughter

“Azul, I think you should see this”

Jade passed his phone to Azul who was engrossed in his paperwork. With a heavy sigh, he shifted his attention from recent golden contract and looked at the screen. His eyes widen at the sight of pictures.

Pictures of him.

Lot of photos on one blog titled: “Pictures of Azul Ashengrotto taken when he’s not looking”

,,It’s surprisingly quite popular account”

Jade remarked not sparing a single glance at Azul who was going through an existential crisis. He was anxiously scrolling through countless picture taken, as the description of magicam account stated, when he was not looking.

Him doing some homework, him preparing a special golden contract, him burning his fingers on boiling hot tea or even him looking at the star-studded sky.

When someone could have taken those pictures? Why? Does he have a stalker? Wasn’t he the one who occasionally stalked people?

Multiple questions run through Azul’s head as his hand run through his hair. He let out a heavy sigh, not even bothering to listen to Floyd who was having a time of his life. Eel sat comfortably in his chair and was dying from laughter.

Azul’s secret admirer and stalker? That octopus having a secret fan-blog? How amusing~~ What unfortunate soul could be so engrossed in that fishy businessman?

“Who runs it? Names, Jade, I need names.”

Oh, so octopus entered the “feral disposure mode”, remarked Floyd who licked his lips in anticipation. Oh how he couldn’t wait to squeeze some poor, unfortunate souls.

“Ohhh, yess, we could squeeze that little admirer of yours”

,,I doubt Azul will let you after I reveal who it is”

Jade cut in, making everyone confused. Floyd’s wide grin slightly faltered and Azul raised an eyebrow.

“Ne, ne Jade, don’t keep us in suspension~~”

“It’s Y/N.”

The sound of your name entailed various reactions. Jade only chuckled seeing Azul going through another crisis, as his eyes widen and he was left utterly speechless, while Floyd was (once again) dying from laughter.

“Koebi-chan? THAT Koebi-chan??! It couldn’t get funnier!”

Exclaimed Floyd while Azul was still engrossed in his thoughts.

It suddenly made sense.

The way you would observe him, constantly on your phone when he was taking care of contracts or paperwork. Stealing secret glances and giggling and always dismissing his questions when he asked what made you laugh.

Given that you were dating Azul and he was a busy businessman, you were a rather special guest at Mostro Lounge and recently you’ve been spending there more time than in your own dorm.

“I mean it’s kind of fair. I send you to spy on her and she spies on me in return”

Remarked Azul with a heavy sigh, quickly pushing up his glasses and standing up. He was determined to leave his cabinet before Leech twins tease him or make fun of that blog any further. He caught a glimpse of Floyd opening his lips to throw some nasty and vicious remarks at him and Jade’s eyes were glowing with mischief.

It was high time to evacuate and excuse himself of the room.

Azul had a bigger fish to take care of than Leech twins.

It seemed that his angelfish gone a little bit too far.

                                                            …

,,Y/N dear, could you perhaps explain this?”

,,Right, Shrimpyy~~!! Why would you take so many pictures of Azul when you could just admire me!”

Azul’s deadly calm and cold voice as well as two pairs of arms wrapping up around you, successfully pulled you out from redoing mock papers for alchemy. You let out a loud shriek and jumped at the sudden contact.

Ignoring Floyd and his tightening with each passing second grip, you focused on the screen which Azul was practically showing in your face.

“Oh, you found that?”

You were stunned. You knew the day of your doom will come sooner or later, so you were prepared for every possible scenario. Yet, that didn’t stop you from screaming internally as multiple thoughts run through your brain.

Oh shit. I knew that was a bad idea. What were I thinking? That guppy brain of mine! Please sir, don’t let those eels squeeze me. If that’s how I shall go down, at least I’ve left a worthy legacy.

Azul quickly remarked your flushed face as you fiddled with your thumbs nervously. You tried to wriggle out of the twins’ grip, but your attempts were quickly proved to be futile. Much to Floyd’s dismay you soon stopped struggling and instead you decided to fake your confidence.

Baffle them with your bullshit, usually seemed to be a good strategy.

The other choice would be to seduce Azul, but you weren’t sure if you were able to put on the show right in front of twins.

“I took excellent pictures, didn’t I? I even made sure the light was perfect on each of them. Oh, look at this one! You looked suuuuuper handsome that day, didn’t you? You’re rarely that cheerful and your smile causes flowers to bloom in a 50 meter radius. So it’s only natural that I felt the need to make that look last forever~”

You ignored Floyd’s laughter, subtle chuckles from Jade and Azul who was not only confused and wasn’t sure whether he should scold you or ask you to continue rabbiting on. His face flushed and he tried his best to still appear “collected and calm”, but you could see through his façade.

Azul was actually flattered that you found him worthy of not even a single picture but a whole blog dedicated to his beauty, as you phrased it.

“Y’know, you’re a walking art and I couldn’t help myself but to immortalise it!”

You exclaimed with a bright smile and you lower your head slightly, so hair could do you a favour and hide your embarrassment which was written all over your hair.

“Awwww, Jade, aren’t they such cuties~~~”

,,I think we should leave them alone Floyd”

And with that Jade excused them, leaving you with frustrated Azul who kind of wanted to scold you for taking pictures without his permission and kind of wanted you to shower him with even more praises.

He was greedy, insatiable and desired more.

You giggled seeing his flushed face. You hesitantly came closer, standing right before him. You quickly cut the remaining distance and your forehead touched his, resting in that place. Azul sighed deeply and his gloved hand reached to run through your hair.

“What should I do with you, angelfish, hmm?”

,,Well, you could perhaps kiss me?”

You suggested with a sly smile, making Azul let out a barely audible chuckle. He slightly shook his head and you felt the tension leaving his body.

“You know there’s price for that.”

“Dang, you want me to delete that blog, don’t you?”

,,Y/N you should delete that blog, so my image could appear more professional”

You pouted dramatically, pulling away from him. Before Azul could clarify himself, you cut him.

“Well, that’s a shame depriving all those people from your radiating beauty!”

Well, maybe you were going a bit overboard with the amount of praises and dramatic power it entailed.

Either way, Azul lost it.

Instead of collected and meticulous octopus you saw a determined and frustrated man who was more than eager to protest.

,,No, no, Y/N. I should be THE ONE who should be complementing you and worshipping you, but about that price”

He exclaimed and you only giggled in response as Azul took you in his arms. He began leaving delicate, butterfly kisses on your neck in breaks incoherently mumbling praises.

Your lips soon got captured by chapped lips which tasted like water and salt into a delicate, gentle kiss. It almost made you forget about the slight sadness you had felt when Azul asked you to delete your blog. Instead his next words between nibbling on your skin, made you stunned and worried.

“Instead I should make a blog full of pictures of you, my angelfish, to return the favour”

“W-wait!”

“But could you perhaps continue with your whole “Oh Azul, your radiant beauty is an art” discourse. I would love to hear more”

BONUS:

“How did I not find out about this earlier? I’m literally tagged in every picture”

“I blocked you”

“YoU wHaT”

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[power-of-plot]

Iida, Mirio, and Aizawa dating hcs please

Of course! But holy cow apparently this seriously inspired me, i hope this is ok xd

I I D A

Oh yes robot boi. Iida is someone nerdy in every aspect, his language even with close friends like Midoriya is very formal and polite, the same rule would apply when it comes to his significant other. Unlike what some would think, this doesn’t give your conversations a cold touch, on the contrary, it’d make him look chivalrous.

He’s a classic gentleman, he’d be the kind who opens the door and waits for you to walk in first or gives you his jacket when it’s too cold and you don’t have anything to cover yourself with, the second one would happen often in the classroom if you’re sensitive to cold. We are talking about U.A have you seen the measures of the classrooms and the entire area? It’s impossible they don’t have those huge air conditioners.

He highly respects the rules wich means, no PDA, on a certain level, no kisses to be specific. That doesn’t mean he won’t give you any affection, though every gear of his robotic soul is having a bad time working properly inside, he’d hold your hand or put his over your shoulder pulling you close when you’re sitting together. 

He definitely would do that thing of caressing you with his thumb. As you expected it from Tenya, this is a sort of robotic motion, his finger would move like a metronome but that doesn’t make it any less nicer, he is slow and gentle.

Honestly, he’d be nervous most of the time. ALSO! Tenya is very thoughtful, he’d ask (often verbally) if you’re okay with whatever he’d do, as times goes by the questions turn non verbal, for example he’d hold his hand above yours waiting for you to give green light or grasp it. 

“..Can i hold your hand?” “Sure!” “*DEEP INHALE AND BLUSH*” He couldn’t help to blush the first times. Specially on the firsT kiss but how would it be? A clasic scenenario after classes! And after you both have grown comfortable enough to each other’s touch. Seriously, if you like to go slow he's got you.

You two would be walking around in the campus after classes and he feels the tension grow.. he is analyzing every detail, he wants to ask but what if things get extremely awkward, he’s very tall- he’d have to bend down slightly (unless you’re nearly as tall as him) to do it so what if you flinch because it was unexpected.. he stops walking, he simply manages to say your name. You stared into each other's eye and then it happened, a big smile unexplainably forms in his lips complemented by a scarlet color across his whole face, his haircut made his head look like a strawberry.

There are going to be days you don't see him as much as you'd like, Tenya is very comitted to his hero patrols, he certainly would do extra hours from time to time or if the situation called for it. Let him know you like his hero suit! He’s thankful it has a helmet otherwise his flustered face would be exposed. 

Whatever position you cuddle in Iida would wrap his arms around you, not only that, he’d interlock his fingers so he has a nice grip. His cuddles would be the classic spooning or having your head on his shoulder with your arm over his chest and in case you worry about his arm, this guy doesn’t know limb numbness- he literally tenses and holds his arms up every five minutes.

He sends good morning/good night texts often on the weekends since you're practically living together thanks to the dormitory system, they vary depending on the day, some are a reminder to get a proper amount of sleep or! To get done with homework so you can enjoy your free time and maybe ask if he can go over to study *cough spend time together*

He'd send the classic heart emoji, very detailed but easy to comprehend videos explaining any difficult lesson and history related stuff like paint restorations or facts about iconic sculptures. Please don’t send him those videos of people accidentally breaking things on museums, he’s gonna feel like something breaks inside.

M I R I O

This ray of sunshine fell for you? Your luck is so big you’d get jackpot on a slot machine on the first try-. You’re undeniably going to be good friends with Tamaki and Nejire, specially her, expect to get questions one after another without the chance to reply when she finds out you’re Mirio’s significant other, Tamaki would take it way better.

Mirio’s goofyness and confidence combined with his feelings give a unique result: he literally spoke to the boss of mafia himself twice like he was the manager in a store, but, the case is different when you’re around, he’s saying and actually good joke and suddenly.. it goes away, his mind goes blank. “So what happened after Mirio..?” “Ah.. i had practiced a lot, i don’t know what happened haha my bad!”

You’re going to get tons of his jokes and something more “intense” such as the classic “What’s in your shirt?” to make you look down so he can boop your nose with his finger, you should expect some gentle headpats as well. 

If you’re shy he’s cool about it, he knows what do and adaptates to your pace, you’d start off with hand holding or rather pinky holding, he’d interwine his pinky with yours and show a bright smile. His hugs are the warmest, he doesn’t do it half-assesly, when you hug, YOU HUG, he uses both arms and slightly lifts you up! Height or strength are not a problem he’s actually one cm taller than Iida i just found out

He seems like the kind who loses their pen or eraser despite seeing it on their desk just one minute ago, if you happen to be that kind as well you’re both going to lay down your faith on poor Tamaki’s hands, i’m sure he has all his material complete.

He hardly ever gets nervous or scared by anything, things like the first kiss would go pretty smooth, instead of blushing intensely he’d just chuckle with slight disbelief, his mind is racing like “I just did that? woah!”. The biggest trouble for him would be gifts, he wants it to be perfect but asking Nejire for advice is not a good idea, roses are too formal and they don’t last long, going to the movies seems a little cliche.. his first gift would end up being a plushie of your favorite animal and a bamboo.

He’d sneak a kiss or two, specially before the class is begginning a training session, he’d send you a text telling you to go outside the changing rooms and oop! He phases through the wall poking out his head to give you a kiss kiss. If you don’t mind a prank from time to time he’d give a little scare using his quirk.

This guy is the big spoon during cuddles, no arguing! He could switch but as time goes by he’d slowly shift into the big spoon, that’s just the way he is, the most usual position would be where you’re facing each other with your limbs wrapping around the other’s body. Waking up with him would be adorable and attractive, morning and night are the only times of the day when his hair isn’t gelled into his All Might-like hairstyle, those blonde locks would frame his face, a heavenly sight.

Would send you a pic of stray animals he rescued with a “:D!” and Sir. Nighteye 'torturing' Bubble girl (half of his head visibly on a corner of the image). If you longed for a pet badly he would bring a nice dog/cat he finds around! In his hero suit to make the moment more special. 

He uses the smiling emojis and emoticons! And shares videos of animals he finds adorable, if you sent him fails videos he'd laugh as long as the falls don't seem extreme or too severe, small trips on the beach or slips on the snow are fine. Mirio sends gifs i just know.

A I Z A W A

Have you taken a look at him? You must be a big The Walking Dead fan to like him lmao. Aizawa gives me an unexplainable gut feeling that he'd prefer a civilian (perhaps quirkless?) significant other over a hero, he wouldn't want his partner to go into the same dangerous situations he does.

His affection is tired, let me explain, he'd hug you and all that physical stuff but it'd kinda feel like his arms fall limply around you, still, even with his minuscule clingyness he loves you with all his might! He doesn't fall for anyone.

Not very fond of PDA, in public he'd preferr temple/forehead kisses and having your hand on the crook of his arm instead of hand holding (thinking about it Iida would do that too), seems more discret and! you don't let go when his hands are busy. He'd initiates it by gently resting your hand on his arm and sinking his hand into his pocket.

Surprise! He does smile, not that maniactic-looking grin he has sometimes during his shifts at U.A when a student impresses him, this one is less wide but somehow more tender and sweet, he tilts his head and for once his eyes seem relaxed, a relationship would make his cheeks hurt.. either for he's not used to smile so much or he smiles more than he thought he would.

If you give him a cat.. that's a strong blow straight to one of his weakest spots, he'd stare both at you and the kitten with a dumbfounded look before picking it up in his arm like a baby, his hand gravitates towards his it's head giving some nice pets before he shows a rare and somewhat bright smile "Thank you very much." Next time have a camera ready damnit! That smile rarely shows up.

He's practical, he wants his gifts to be nice but useful as well. He’d get you those mugs with candies inside, you get the candy and you can use the mug later for your coffee or tea; a power bank with a nice color or design and in case he choses something smaller: a bamboo, those one don’t wither away. Aizawa is fine with whatever you get for him, big or small he appreciates it. Sweaters, scarfs and blankets would be his favorite thing to get though, he likes to stay warm while working late at night

He’s sneaky, as an underground hero he’s used to work at times when the streets look disolated and the dark crime has more freedom to do as it pleases, he wouldn’t want to wake you up unless you asked him to. He’d leave a note on is pillow with the time he wrote it at and a short loving phrase like “i love you, i’ll be back soon, good morning”, before he leaves he’d always lift the sheet up to your neck or drag it away if you seem to be kicking it off you and give you a small kiss.

You’d find him passed out in his sleeping bag with his laptop besides him at random spots of his appartment, if it wasn’t because of the unatura position he adopts to fit in his sleeping bag he’d give you a death scare ‘cause let’s be honest he doesn’t look one hundred percent alive even when he’s awake. “Shota..? Shota can you hear me?!” “I’m not dead.”

Hibrid of big-small spoon. Most of the times you cuddle he’s asleep and you go snuggle him, his hair is a mess so better prepare to get tickled all night. He pull you close the best way he can when you’re behind him, not very comfortable for his arm but it’s worth it. He’d have you like a pillow over him, his chin over your head and both arms around you.

This man doesn’t bother typing when he can use his voice, the only situations he uses regular text messages are when he’s on shift or with you sleeping next to him. Send him gifs of kittens and a ‘i love you’ it instanstly gives him a good mood! He’d send pics of cats he sees around and gifts he bought you, doesn’t use emojis.

*COLLAPSES ON THE GROUND* Big oof- requests are open.

#mha headcanons #aizawa x reader #iida x reader #mirio x reader #fluff headcanons #requests open #mha fluff #fluff requests #my hero imagines #my hero academia #my brain is dying

[vetrubius]

ANONYMOUS AFFECTION

CHAPTER 1: ACKNOWLEDGING EXISTENCE/

W.C:1,624

Summary: Y/N L/N is a 24 year old bartender who owns a small bar. The usual life of hers is about to change after meeting the Hero Associations Chairman, Izuku Midoriya. She’s in charge of the afterparty of the Sports Festival for the Hero Association. Watch her as she falls in love gracefully with one of the strongest hero.

Warnings: Aged up characters, SMUT, Alcohol, Cigarette, Hook ups, Slight Name-Calling, Nudity :)))

The bar at the corner of the road had a warm aura in it. Any new comer would be welcomed at the sight of young adults lost in a mist of dense smoke, and liquor. The laughter resonating through the small bar established the happening atmosphere in the space. The humongous bar on the left did the space justice. The glowing bottles of alcohol with yellow encompassing it was a view worth dying for. The row of bottles stacked up from top to the bottom shelf was balancing the small live stage on the opposite side of the wall. The large floral stained window did justice to the space. The chairs and table in the middle were filled with people as the live performance was ongoing. The warm light flooding the room and the task light above the live stage ensured that the attention would remain to the girl singing on the stage.

You watch Jirou sing on the stage with her purple satin dress whose thin straps held up the dress and the fabric draping along her curves, highlighting them beautifully and enlarging every detail possible. On the stage with her was Mina, gracing the wooden floor with a green satin cage bralette and black latex which complemented her skin tone. Her sex appeal bursting through the whole space, kept the audience thoroughly involved with her. Behind the two ladies were Kirishima and Denki on the guitar and the drums. Kirishima adorning the little bow tie he’d tied over his white shirt and his low rise ripped jeans which lowkey showed his V through his shirt (not that he minded the way the college girls threw themselves at him). As Kirishima played his guitar, your gaze was fixed on the yellow haired friend with a black highlight who was playing his drums. 

You and Denki had been friends for a while which had led to the build up of sensual energy between the two of you. There had been nights where your head was settled between his crotch, engulfing his manhood in your mouth as sweet moans escaped his mouths. His hands leaving marks on your ass and whimpers leaving your mouth and him filling you up to the point you couldn’t even talk or walk properly. Tonight might be another such night where you’d be under him with a guarantee of sore legs the next day.

“Hey Y/N,” your eyes darted towards the voice “Looking pretty in the trousers and shirt. Going for a gender neutral look?” Tenya said as he made himself comfortable on the bar chair.

“Yeah, trying that but clearly isn’t working on the person I want.” You said a smile creeping up your cheeks. 

Tenya and you had been college best friends and the pact of not dating each other had already been made. The beauty of you two was the fact that both of you upheld it. You’d never thought about Tenya that way and he didn’t too. 

“A shot of bourbon, please” he said as he shuffled in his seat to remove his wallet. 

“Ah, don’t worry about it, the first one is on the house.” You said, sliding the shot glass towards him which he downed in almost an instant. 

“Tough day at work, huh?” You asked, resting your chin between the palms of your hands as your elbows rested on the black granite table. 

“Yeah, too many bad guys out there you know,” he said, signalling for another one “Keep the bar and yourself safe, Y/N.” 

Your eyes returned back to the yellow-head on the stage. “So, Denki huh?” Tenya said while taking the second drink.

 “Yeah, he’s a good plaything.” you said smiling at Kaminari from behind the bar.

“Don’t get emotionally involved with him. He’s a great guy. But not someone you’d want to spend the rest of your life with” he said while keeping the shot glass down. 

“I don’t plan to. But I do plan to keep him on the toes until you get your official hero licenses. It’ll be a good motivation for him.” you said, looking back at Iida and grinning. 

“The typical Y/N card. Always baiting other people to do their best using her body.” he said looking at the table and smiling. 

You looked around the bar. The college kids sitting in front of you. Some were pursuing their education but most of them had to appear for their heroes licenses exam in six months. You too had dreams of becoming a hero when you were a kid. Until you realised your quirk was useless. The one idea of developing an amazing quirk that you desperately wanted was snatched away from you. The terror in your eyes when the doctor said to your guardians “Her quirk is being immune to alcohol poisoning” It felt like the world had collapsed. What could a 6 year old like you do with a quirk like that? The children in your school kept name-calling you. Drunk hag, alcohol creep were some of the many. You were so used to it. 

Now that you were 24 and owned a bar, it’s not like your life had any spice to it. Just one night stands, your everyday customers and your best friend. Of course that didn’t mean you didn’t have ambitions. You did want a family and to be reciting your vows in front of the stained glass window. But you weren’t sure if you were available emotionally for anyone yet. Also, the acceptability of your quirk in the other households was not something you anticipated. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Tenya’s voice “Are you facing any problems in the bar?” he asked after downing his third drink. 

“Yeah, the liquor prices are becoming slightly expensive, the electricity units are skyrocketing and I need more furniture,” you sighed. “I want more customers but where will I accommodate them?” your eyes returning to the stage but this time at Jirou. 

“Actually our firm was planning a after UA festival afterparty, only for adults.” he said tapping his fingers on the cold platform. “Could we use your bar? There won’t be a lot of people. Only official members and the boss. Do you think you could handle that?” he glanced towards you. 

A party? You pause to think a little. 

Your brainstorming lasted roughly about 45 seconds. 

“Yes, but I’ll need advance payment.” you say, looking at Tenya with fire in your eyes. 

“I’ll ask for permission from my higher ups and let you know.” he said, picking up his bag “Meanwhile, you deal with him.” he said, tilting his head behind you.

You flip to be face in face with Denki. 

“Hey sexy, ready to go?”

The door unlocked only for Denki to push you against the wall with his lips attacking yours. With one hand he grabbed your face while the other worked on locking the door. 

“Aren’t we feisty today” you said as he made his way on your neck, as you tried to unbutton him with one hand and the other grabbing his hair. Denki was quick to pick you up in bridal style and make his way to the dining table. Before he kept you down, he unbuckled your trousers, removed and dropped them on the side. 

Placing you softly on the table without breaking the kiss, he starts to slowly drag his fingers along the slit on your wet panties. “Oh Kaminari~” your back arching and your hands on his back, scratching every edge you can get. 

Denki enjoying every little bit your body reacts. The small whimpers, the bite on his shoulder blades, most of all the way your mouth steams on his. It makes him almost lose whatever little composure he has out of the window. 

“Ah gorgeous.” he said while breaking the kiss and taking a step back to admiring your body. 

The little protective crystal dangling on your boobs. The black bralette, the white shirt covering your arms and your sides and your panties soaking wet for him. You looked sinful

“Beg.”

“Can you please eat me?” you ask, grabbing your one boob in your hand and the other one in your mouth. 

“Try harder.” 

“Sir, could you please eat me out?” you say between the moans, with one hand circling your clit, the other hand on your boob.

He picks you up again and takes you to the bedroom and dumps your body on the mattress. 

“Come sit here, I wanna try something.” he said, clambering behind you. You don’t waste time trying to fit the pocket of his arms. 

The second you make your way, his lips made his way on your ears as the walls witnessed your undoing. 

With one hand, he played with your tits a little more and the other made his way inside your panties. This unholy sensation made your soul leave your body. His thumb rubbing your clit and his index and middle in your pussy. The squelches and your moans were absorbed by the walls. He knew you were at your limit. 

Kaminari stopped abruptly, breaking a protest whine from you. “More, please” You said through your broken voice. 

Meanwhile in Hero Association:

“Hey Tenya, how have you been?”

“I’ve been great. Hey, I got a venue for the afterparty. It’s a bar of one of my best friends. It’s down by the old man's shop.”

“I see. Y/N L/N, was it?”

“Yeah, her.” 

“I’m interested. Could you book the place for 25th November?” 

“Alright. I’ll email her. And Izuku?” 

“Mhm?”

“You’ll find her interesting.” 

“I hope so. It’s been a while” the putting out of a cigarette and footsteps towards the window was audible as the green haired hero overlooked the city.

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[saang]

inspired by a convo with @rllyjohnrlly,, pretty angsty, kinda long.. sorry in advance folks

rain or shine (i don’t feel a thing)

word count: 3000

read on ao3

“Toph! No!” Aang screamed. The words ripped through his chest, it hurt. She was already in Koh’s grasp. Forcing himself, Aang’s face turned to stone as he watched the love of his life being ripped away from him. He felt something deep within himself, within his soul. A feeling of dreaded familiarity. This, Koh, had happened before. 

“Well, Avatar, it seems as though we have a pattern,” Koh said. Toph’s lips were moving, her voice wasn’t there. “You always seem to lose the love of your life to me.”

Aang hated whatever he was feeling, whatever feeling he couldn’t express. Toph, Koh, was staring deep into his eyes. Aang didn’t think he trusted the words coming out of his mouth, but still, he spoke. “I’ll be leaving now.”

“Leaving so soon? You just got here.”

“Yes,” Aang turned around and left. He got as far from Koh as he could. He ran until he was back in the real world. Face to face with his friends. 

“Aang!” Sokka sounded so relieved. It was sad, knowing what Aang had to tell them.

“Where’s Toph?” Katara asked. “Did something happen to her?”

“Koh found us. It’s pure luck that even one of us got out alive,” Aang said, void of emotion. No anger, no sadness, just vacancy. 

“Alive? What are you talking about?”

“Koh stole Toph’s face. She’s gone,” Aang said simply. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to go to Gaoling.”

Aang didn’t know how he was keeping his composure, with everything that had just happened. He feared he would’ve broken down right in front of Koh. Aang presumed this is what Kuruk must’ve felt like when Ummi was taken. When he thought of them, the horrible sense of familiarity resurfaced. 

Aang took a deep breath before climbing onto Appa. “Gaoling buddy. We’ve got some people to disappoint.” 

The ride there was silent. The wind rushed through Aang’s ears. Nothing felt the same without Toph by his side. It felt empty, boring, grey. The landscape looked like it was drained of colour. He came up to a house, their symbol a flying boar. Aang walked up to their door and worked up enough courage to knock.

“Hello?” Poppy said. “Oh, the Avatar, please come in!” 

“You might want to sit down for this. I come bearing tragic news,” at Aang’s words, Poppy rushed to get her husband. Aang clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. When they were all sat down, Aang broke the news to them. “I really don’t know how to say this. Toph is gone. She knew the risks of entering the spirit world. We were faced with a horrible opponent. She sacrificed her life to save me.”

“What?” Lao asked. It was barely a whisper. “She’s dead? My daughter is dead?”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“You don’t get to be sorry! My daughter is dead because of you!”

“Lao, please don’t be brash. I’m sure he never wanted any of this to happen!”

“I didn’t,” Aang confessed. “I truly loved your daughter. The next time we visited I was going to ask for her hand in marriage. I wanted nothing but the best for Toph.”

“And yet, you're the reason she’s dead!” Lao yelled. “Get out of my house! I never want to see your face again!”

Aang politely stood up and left. He softly closed the front door on his way out. It hurt more knowing that Lao was right, it was his fault. The next stop was the Fire Nation palace, or maybe a letter would suffice. Aang knew he could handle a letter, he didn’t know if he could handle telling Zuko in person. He could also send one to Suki, not have to see the tears of another person when he couldn’t muster up the courage for his own. 

—

Aang spent the next few days in the Southern Air Temple. All his time was spent sleeping or staring up at the ceiling. He hoped that he would somehow wake up with Toph next to him. He hoped that this was just some elaborate dream that he’d wake up from. Each time he opened his eyes he was reminded that his new reality would be without Toph. 

Aang knew it probably wasn’t healthy that he was isolating himself from the world, from his friends. He just didn’t understand how a life without Toph was a life worth living. He had letters from Katara and Sokka, he dreaded opening them. He knew he should, but he also knew it would hurt. 

He opened the letter from Sokka first. It detailed a funeral. He doubted Lao and Poppy wanted him there. He would honour Toph’s memory, he’d show up. It would be his first public outing since her death. He opened Katara’s next, it was a letter asking if he was okay. Aang was sure that she already knew the answer, but it was a nice sentiment. 

The days leading up to the funeral blended together. Aang wasn’t sure he even knew his own name. He was numb to any and all emotions. Deep down he was terribly scared, he wouldn’t let himself accept it of course. He was terrified of how his life would change without Toph, he was scared to show emotion, in case, somehow, Koh was watching. 

The funeral was a blur, Aang was thankful it was over. He didn’t know how many pitied smiles or meaningless condolences he could take. He was back in the Southern Air Temple before he could really process what had happened.

“Aang?” For a moment, if he didn’t pay quite enough attention, he could’ve mistaken it for Toph. It was Katara. She walked down the halls before reaching Aang. “Hey, how are you?”

“I’m fine,” Aang replied automatically. 

“We both know that’s not true,” Katara tried to console Aang, but it didn’t really matter. There was nothing anybody could do to help. The only thing that would help was getting Toph back, and that would be quite the impossible feat. 

“Really, I’m okay.” Aang tried to smile, but it didn’t work. It was like he didn’t know how. Katara looked at her friend. It was so unlike him to not express his emotions. She didn’t know what had happened in the spirit world. They went up against Koh, Toph had paid the ultimate price, she knew nothing beyond that. It must’ve been atrocious if it left Aang in such a state.

“What’s wrong?” Katara asked. It was pained, Aang could hear it, but all he could muster up was a shrug. Katara let out a sad sigh and brought Aang into a hug. He hugged back, more out of habit than anything else. Katara left a little while after that, no doubt thinking that Aang was broken. Aang couldn’t help but agree.

He dreamt of Toph that night. Her smile, her laugh, her voice, her eyes. The way her skin was calloused and yet soft like silk. The way her hair would tickle Aang’s nose when they cuddled. The way her hum would reverberate through his chest when her head laid there. The way she would make him feel butterflies in his stomach with even the smallest of smiles. It hurt, knowing he’d wake up, but he had a job to do. He was the Avatar, and if Toph would’ve wanted one thing, it would be that Aang carried on making the world a better place. 

People would ask him for help and he would oblige. He helped those in need, it was in the job description of being the Avatar. Although, everyone who met him after Toph’s passing always said the same thing. He seemed vacant. He seemed like a part of him was missing. He silently agreed with every single one of them. A part of him was missing, Toph, and it was a part of himself he would never get back. 

Aang did his duty as Avatar, people knew better than to mention Toph. He kept the peace, he made arrangements. He didn’t seem sad, exactly. He just seemed empty. Empty and numb. He took down bad people and he saved people from earthquakes and fires. He did what he had to do as the Avatar. He just did it without emotion.

—

Aang knew it was a mistake, that he shouldn’t have gone there, but he did anyway. He hoped that he would just be able to hear her voice one last time. He’d gone years without hearing it, he had it committed to memory, but memories tended to fade over time. He wanted something, anything. Suffice to say, Aang was desperate. 

It was the first place he ever saw her, the first place he heard her laugh, he was at the Swamp. In the Swamp, time didn’t exist. People saw those whom they loved, those whom they lost, and this they had yet to meet. Toph was in two-thirds of those categories, so Aang hoped he’d hear her, see her one last time. 

Each step Aang took reverberated throughout his body. Each step Aang took showed him the world in a way he longed to forget; the way Toph would have seen it; if she were still alive. Aang, for once, allowed himself to think about her, think about their past. He thought about how he was the only one she taught to see how she saw, and how it had saved his life too many times to count. If only he’d been able to save her.  

He remembered how it felt to hear her laugh the first time. He remembered the excitement he felt when he actually met her in that arena. He remembered falling in love with her. He remembered the stolen kisses and the soft touches. He remembered the late nights they would lay outside and he would try to explain colours and stars. He remembered how her hand just seemed to fit in his. He remembered how it felt when he said he loved her for the first time, and she said it back. He remembered the moment where he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. 

He was so caught up in reliving his life, he didn’t feel his knees give out under him or the tears streaming down his face. He didn’t notice the air going still. The thunder above him. The ground trembling beneath his touch. His skin was burning but he didn’t care. The dark clouds blocked out the sun. His arrows glowed faintly, all of the emotions he kept locked away all coming out at once. 

The rain and tears mixed, the thunderous roars complemented the rumbling of the earth. The air was so hot, so humid Aang could barely breathe. If Aang was being honest with himself, he didn’t know if he really wanted to breathe anyway. His mind was in shambles, he couldn’t think. Whenever he tried to get a hold of his emotions, calm down a little, he’d remember how scared she looked in Koh’s grasp. 

In a moment of desperation, Aang uttered a single word, a single syllable, a single name. “Toph.” it was quiet and gravelly. It hurt to say, to remember, to feel. At that moment, it could’ve been labelled insanity, but he heard it. He heard that heavenly sound. Aang heard Toph’s laugh.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt happy. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine she was right there beside him, that nothing had happened to her. He could pretend they were happy and in love. It all crashed down around him when she turned around. She had no face, Koh still haunted him. His waking life and his dreams. 

Toph’s laugh grew deeper. It morphed into a laugh Aang never wanted to hear again. He stood up straight. He wiped away his tears. He was reminded of why he couldn’t feel. He was reminded of why he didn’t smile, or laugh, or cry anymore. He was reminded of all that had been taken from him. 

“Koh,” Aang said simply. 

“Avatar Aang, Are you here to complete the matching set?” Koh asked, his voice smooth and condescending.

“You will never get my face. You will never complete your matching set, as you’ve called it. You already took Toph away from me, you don’t get my face,” Aang met the words with malice, but his voice and face showed no sign of it. 

“Is that so, Avatar?” Koh asked, seemingly innocent and naive, but Aang knew it was a ploy.

“Yes, and will that be all, or do you want to strike up another conversation?” 

“I guess that will be all.” Koh leaned closer to Aang. His breath was hot on Aang’s neck, and yet Aang’s face didn't move. “But know this, I will get your face.”

“No, Koh, you won’t. I won’t let you,” Aang left the swamp. His feet carried him into the nearest town. He bought a hat to cover up his arrows. The last thing he wanted was to be recognized. Aang’s life went on. He saved people, he smoothed over conflicts, he was the avatar. 

—

Aang died during his sleep, it wasn’t a painful death according to the medics. The world would get a new Avatar. They would be a waterbender and hopefully, they would be better than Aang. Aang looked towards the horizon, he was in the spirit world. He could tell. Maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to find Koh, get Toph back. Kuruk did it, Aang thought that it was at least worth a shot. Koh had her, he’d find him and they would be reunited. Somehow, in some way. Aang just couldn’t lose hope. 

Aang stood up and brushed himself off. There was a lot of ground to cover looking for Toph, he should start early. He took in the sights of the spirit world. It was gorgeous. The plant life, how the sun shone, the animals. It was all so beautiful. For the first time in a long long time, he allowed himself to smile. 

“Avatar Aang,” the voice wasn’t Koh’s, but it was still familiar. Kuruk.

“Avatar Kuruk,” Aang replied. Kuruk still had the animal skin hat and the spear. Aang presumed was also still looking for Ummi. It was something they had in common now. Looking for the love of their lives who were stolen by Koh.

“Why are you here?” Kuruk asked, his brows furrowing.

“Koh took the love of my life’s face, I’m here to get it back,” Aang said definitively.

“As am I. What if we were to look for Koh together?”

“It would be nice to have someone that understands what I’m going through,” Aang let out a dry laugh. 

“It would,” Kuruk said sadly. “May I tell you a story?”

“Of course,” Aang replied immediately. Kuruk dived into the story of his life. He spared no detail. It was nice to be distracted from something. Aang was glad to have someone else that knew he didn’t want to be thinking about the pain and the sorrow of his unimaginable loss. Toph would’ve known what he needed, but he decided not to dwell on that thought. 

Kuruk got to the point of the story where he met Ummi. He talked about her so animately. It was sweet that he spent more time describing her smile than he did on the actual storyline. Aang couldn’t blame him, he’d do the same talking about Toph. Aang smiled, it hurt. He hadn’t smiled, really smiled, in so long. It was nice though. 

“And what about your story?” Kuruk asked after he finished.

“Well, the story really began when I was woken up by two siblings from the southern water tribe,” Aang started. He recalled his adventures defeating the Fire Lord. Making friends. Meeting Toph. 

“Bonzu Pippinpaddleopsocopolis? Kuzon Fire?” Kuruk asked, laughing.

“Bonzu Pippinpaddleopsocopilis the Third, actually,” Aang laughed along with Kuruk. It sounded weird, laughing. He had forgotten what it sounded like. He was glad he had somebody that understood him again. Someone that knew what it was like.

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“Everybody welcome: the new Avatar. Korra of the Southern Water Tribe.” Cheers rang out amongst the audience. It had been six years since Aang’s death. They had found the Avatar early when she had performed a firebending move. The young Avatar looked towards the cheering crowd and smiled. For a second it felt wrong to do, but she ignored that feeling and it went away quickly. 

She mingled and met officials and revelled in the attention. She met so many nice people, but her favourite had to be her waterbending instructor, Katara.

“What was the last Avatar like?” Korra asked. She couldn’t help being curious.

“Well, he was a really good friend of mine actually,” Katara replied, her eyes were misty thinking about all of the friends she’d lost.

“Really?”

“Yeah, but something happened to him,” Katara said solemnly. “And he was never quite the same after that.”

“What happened?”

“He lost the love of his life, she passed away.”

“What was her name?”

“Her name was Toph. We had a joke that it rhymed with tough. She was one of the strongest people I ever knew,” Katara smiled faintly, remembering all of the antics they got up to in their youth. “After Aang lost her, it was like he lost a part of himself. He did amazing things for the world, for the people, but it cost him a great price.”

“The love of his life,” Korra was smart and talented for a six year old, it was nice. Katara hoped that she would be able to stay so strong. She hoped nothing happened to her like it had happened to Aang.

“That,” Katara started. She thought about all the jokes Sokka cracked that wouldn’t receive a laugh. All the angry officials that wouldn’t get Aang’s frustration or resignation. All the tragic stories that wouldn’t get a tear. “And his humanity.”

#and then aang woke up and it was all a dream #''haha youll nevr guess the dream i just had toph! it was crazy!'' #atla #taang #angst #koh #kuruk #ummi #avatar: the last airbender #korra #taang fanfiction

[melaninkimchi]

Effloresce (ReaderxJungkook)

Because you can never have too much fluff.

There were no words to describe how beautiful he was. Some people say that people or objects gain beauty the more you look at them. The stronger your gaze, the stronger your determination to find all the good, shiny sides. Some people would be correct in this case. Your eyes finally met his across the brim of his cup and he chuckled to himself at having caught you in the act of admiring him yet again. No words were spoken. He simply lowered his tea and gave you the same fond gaze he did every week. 

 You and Jungkook met like this every Friday morning, it was the only time neither of you had classes, or work, or other commitments. Sometimes you met on other days, snatches of time conceived from bright ideas, and scheduling adjustments. But Friday mornings were reserved for the two of you, like a running doctor’s appointment to ensure neither of you died. 

 “Y/N, you haven’t said anything in like, 5 whole minutes,” his wide smile complemented his observation. 

 “Neither have you, soooooo, your point?” Your grin matched his. 

 “We should talk about something,” he was giggling now. Nothing was funny, but this happened every time you were together. Two years later, and you still found delight in simply being around each other. Your inherent friendship formed the backbone to your relationship, borne of one too many longing looks shared between you over months of deliberation and should I’s. 

 “Let’s talk about when we’re going to make time to go to the arcade together, it’s been ages,” you whine, digging out your planner. 

 “It’s been a few months, and whenever you want Y/N.” He had a penchant for never truly calling you by a nickname. You kept meaning to ask him why, but decided not to. All of your friends shortened your name, and him retaining it felt like the one exception to the rule. 

 “How about…next Saturday? I’ll be done with that team dinner around 6:30pm,” you looked up hopefully. As a creature of solitude, you normally would reserve a Saturday evening after a full week for yourself, but increasingly, you found yourself sacrificing that time to meet with Jungkook. And if you really needed pajama time, you would have him over to watch anime movies, in which you both just ended up mindlessly talking for hours. It was refreshing, the stuff of dreams, really. 

 “Yep, I’m down, I can spank you again at that racing game you like so much.”

 “Hey!” you yelled in mock offense. And his giggles were back, teeth flashing, genuine happiness on display for you to drink it in like the latte you were letting grow cold in front of you. 

 “It’s just so much fun to mess with you. But you know it’s all love,” he quipped, reaching for your hand with his free one. “

Yea, yea, I’m just here for your whims and fancies.” 

 “You’re not wrong, but also, I just really like you.” You felt your face heat up with that statement. You never failed to react to Jungkook. He could be dressed in the plainest clothes, and you would think he looked great, your heart fluttering, your brain screaming, every sense on edge. Simply because sometimes you couldn’t believe this wonderful human wanted to be yours.

 “You’re spacy today, my dear. What’s on your mind?” 

 “You,” you immediately answer and get your own laughs at the way his cheeks immediately redden. “Thank you for being my human.” 

 “I love being your human. It’s lit, and I get to bother you all the time.” 

 “By bother, you mean make me happy. Thank you honey.” 

 “You’re welcome.” If possible, his hand clasped tighter around your free one.

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 What she doesn’t know is that he is madly and completely in love with her. Too busy holding the stars in her own heart, she cannot discern that he is over the moon every Friday that she graces his presence in the café amidst her busy schedule. Well, both of them were busy, but in his eyes, she was busier. Driven, always running after her goals, inspirational really. 

 He yearned to finally pour out his heart to her, the way he always encouraged his hyungs to, but he was truthfully scared. Their relationship was newer, and they had been close friends for so long that while the next level of dating was logical, expected even with the way they vibed, he still was getting up the gumption to take it to the next level with that three word sentence. He didn’t want to move along and ask more of her than she could reasonably give. 

With each passing week, his resolve crumbled though. He somehow wanted to spend more time with her, wanted to uncover some of those deeper layers no mere friend can. But could he? He knew he had to try. And he would be brave, brave enough to stay by her side and dare to be irreplaceable. 

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 You and Jungkook left the café together today at the customary time of noon, the two of you holding hands as he leisurely lead you to your car. “I hope your day goes smoothly,” you wished him, almost wistfully. You longed to spend one full day with Jungkook, it had been a couple months since the last time you did, since he had gathered up the courage to officially ask you out. 

 “It will, because I saw you today,” and he kissed your forehead before pulling you into one of his hugs you loved so much. You turned your head to kiss his cheek and he let you before kissing you thoroughly right in front of your car. In the two months you’d been together, you rarely kissed, and you blamed it on your being just friends for so long and then completely frazzled nerves every time you even saw him, let alone smelled his cologne coming your way. 

 “Weow, geez, I have to drive now after that? I need a sit,” you joked once he let you go with another kiss to your forehead. 

 “So then you remember and think of me throughout the day.” He looked absolutely proud of himself and he opened your car door for you before ushering you in. 

 “Text me tonight,” he requested, leaning in through your rolled down window to give you another peck. 

 “Yes, sir, I’ll see you later.” You felt different and definitely bothered, in the best way. He waved and turned to walk across the lot to his own car. You pulled out the lot first so as not to worry him about why you were just sitting there. And promptly screamed. You were falling in love with the guy more each and every day.

#bts scenarios #jungkook #jungkook scenarios #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfiction #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #my bias is showing #title taken from tokyo #and awesome song by covet

[onefourjisung]

Amiable Valentine (Stray Kids Felix)

Prompt: Felix went on a blind date on Valentines day only to be stood up, (y/n) was not going to just let their best friend spend Valentines day alone. (gender neutral reader, friends-to-lovers au)

Warnings: Cursing but not really

Word count: 1,561

Star Lix: I dont think shes coming

(y/n): r u for real rn?

Star Lix: unfortunately

(y/n): sigh

(y/n): I will beat her ass

Star Lix: (y/n)..

(y/n): k, sorry (((im not)))

(y/n): im omw don’t go anywhere

Star Lix: you really don’t have to

(y/n): I know, but I want to

It was Valentine’s day today and you being a happy single, planned to spend the day in your pajamas watching Netflix for the whole day. You originally invited your best friend, Felix, along but when he informed that he had land himself a blind date for the day, you were left to your own accords. Not for long apparently, as Felix had just gotten stood up and being the good best friend you are, without any second thought you turned off your TV before wrapping yourself up in the first coat you grabbed from the hanger and hurriedly walked to the coffee shop a few blocks away.

You were greeted by the familiar smell of coffee beans and a comforting warmth opposed to the cold end of winter breeze outside. You stretched your neck slightly, spotting the back of your brown haired friend. You spared some time to order your favorite drink before making your way to Felix’s table.  

Upon your arrival, Felix's head perked up in excitement, obviously expecting his date to show up, albeit being an hour late. When he realized it was you, he let out a sigh.

You chuckled, “are you really that disappointed to see me?”

“Sorry,” the boy across you smiled sadly.  “I don’t know why I'm still hoping either.”

You reached out to take a hold of one of his hand on the table. “Hey, she’s not worth your time anyways, Lix.”

“Well if I had known she wasn’t gonna show up, I wouldn’t have bothered to buy these,” he retorted, pulling a bouquet of flowers from the seat beside him. “It costed a fortune!”

“And how much is that fortune?” you asked teasingly.

“Seven dollars and fifty cents,” he muttered under his breath.

You chuckled. “Wow what a generous gentleman you are, Mister Lee Felix.”

“Still, I could get at least one cup of a fancy coffee with that money,” he argued.

“Well, it is pretty,” you commented, taking a closer look of the bouquet.

Felix glanced at you quietly. “Do you want it?”

“Huh?” Your eyes went back to make eye contact with Felix’s. “Are you for real?”

“Yeah,” he nonchalantly pushed it to your side of the table.

“Thanks,” you smiled. “I’ll make sure to buy you a fancy cup of coffee next time in exchange,”

“Nah,” Felix shook his head. “Just take it, I’m feeling generous today.”

You only scoffed in response before being cut off by a waiter delivering your drink.  

“I’m sorry I cut your date short,” Felix suddenly said after the waiter left.

You lifted an eyebrow, “I told you I didn’t have a date though?”

“Yes, you did,” he replied before adding “with Netflix.”

“You little-” You crumpled up a napkin nearby before throwing it to your friend’s face who was now laughing way too loud at his own poor attempt of a joke.

“But really, sorry I pulled you out of the comfort of your own home,” he said after recollecting himself. “It is pretty cold outside, you know,”

“Dude, don’t mention it,” you waved him off. “I wasn’t going to let my best friend mope around alone on Valentine’s day. I was running out of shows to watch anyways.”

“Thanks,” Felix replied genuinely.

“How ‘bout a walk in the park? How does that sound?” You proposed.

Felix tilted his head slightly to the side. “In this weather?”

“Just means there are going to be less people outside, right?” You were already standing up, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a cup of your warm drink in the other.

Felix had no other choice but to agree. He followed you out of the café with the remaining of his own drink in his grip.

“Are you still in your pajamas?” He commented, amused.

“You are in no position to comment on my attire today, sir.” You bit back.

Your companion only laughed.  

You walked to the park while keeping a conversation flowing about everything but nothing in particular, several friendly teasing thrown here and there. Somewhere along the way Felix turned to carry the flowers for you when he saw you struggling to fish your phone out of your pocket.

As soon as you arrived at the park, you immediately made your way to the swing set –a habit that has formed over the past ten years you have lived in the neighborhood. Felix chuckled at your antics, following you by taking a seat on the unoccupied swing.

“Remember when we first met?” Felix suddenly recalled nostalgically. “You had a fight with your friend and you were just bawling your eyes out on this swing,”

You laughed at the embarrassing memory. “Well, I apologize for being a moody teenager, Felix. But at least you gained a friend that day.”

“That’s true,” he nodded. “I had just moved in and was taking a walk through the neighborhood, didn’t expect to see someone crying in the park, honestly,”

You smiled softly, recalling the historical day that would eventually lead to you having the fattest crush on the new kid on the block although knowing for sure that he only saw you as nothing more than a friend.  

“I was lucky it was you though,” Felix confessed.  

This perked your interest and you finally turned your head to him. “How so?”

He shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips as his feet lightly kicked the ground making the swing go back and forth. “I just really like being your friend,”

You turned your attention back to the patch of grass below you. ‘Friend’, the word itself holds no detrimental meaning to it but why do you resent it so much?

“I’m getting cold,” Felix finally broke the silence. “Should we head back?”

You agreed shortly and started walking alongside him, taking back your flower bouquet from Felix’s hands after throwing both yours and his empty cups in to a trash can you passed by. The two of you eventually ended up at your house, Felix not wanting to say goodbye just yet. Considering it was not yet that late in to the evening, you didn’t argue.  

As you arrived in your room you turned your TV back on, the screen showing the last episode you’ve watched of a new show you just started watching.

“I thought you said you didn’t have anything to watch?” Felix remarked.

You smiled. “Well, I guess I lied,”

You missed the blush adorning Felix’s cheeks as you turned your attention back to the TV.

“Do you want to watch it from the first episode?” You asked, making yourself comfortable on your bed with the remote in your hand.

“Uh- no- it's okay,” he politely declined before joining you.

You thought for a second. “Nah, lets watch it from the first episode, I want to.”

Felix knew you didn’t actually want to, but you just made it a habit to do these little things for him every time you get a chance to and that made his heart flatter.

Although you replayed the first episode for him, Felix wasn’t even paying attention to the TV. His eyes just couldn’t seem to move away from the sight of you. At first you weren’t aware of the pair of eyes observing you, but as time passed by you finally turned your head towards the boy beside you, finding his face mere centimeters from yours. The close proximity causing blood to rush to your cheeks, but you couldn’t find the will to move away. The much more visible blush on Felix’s face complemented his freckles and you feel like you can just stare at them all day.

“Can I kiss you?” Felix asked softly.

You nodded your head without missing a beat and Felix finally closed the distance between the two of you. The kiss was short but soft, his lips just fitting in perfectly in yours. He pulled away slowly, not wanting for the moment to end so soon.

“I can’t believe I waited four whole years to do that,” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

“But we just met four years ago?” you pointed out.

Felix smiled. “I know.”

You were sure your cheeks were as red as tomatoes now and your thoughts was proven true when Felix chuckled at your flustered state.

“Why did you go on that blind date today then?” You finally asked.

Felix sighed, resting his forehead on yours. “I didn’t think you like me back, (y/n). And I thought if I open myself up to other people maybe I’ll get over my stupid crush on you,”

“It’s not a stupid crush,” you reassured. “I like you too.”

He grinned with that charming eye-smile of his. One of Felix’s hand reached to the back of your neck as the other one took hold of your hand. “I’m glad I got to spend this Valentine’s day with you.”

“Me too, Lixie.”  

Felix then kissed you again, this time it was deeper and more passionate, the show playing in the background long forgotten.

#stray kids imagine #stray kids au #stray kids felix #stray kids fluff #felix lee #stray kids #lee yongbok #kpop scenarios #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop au

[chrischanseyelash]

Hi! Can i request for a yandere (it doesn't have to be yandere if you prefer) bang chan reacting to seeing you do martial arts? Ty 💞

My Little Flower

Words: 1683

Authors Note: Hello lovely first requester! Sorry this took so long to write i just really wanted to get this right, I hope you love it!

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When you had said that you were going to the gym Chris felt his stomach flip, when you trotted out of your shared bed room in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of very flattering leggings every single part of him started doing somersaults. Not that you would ever realise of course, he always made a point to keep thatside of himself concealed from you. To you Chan was just your head over heals,whipped to the nines perfectly crafted wonder boy, and to him you were but a delicateflower that he had to protect at all costs.

Chrisforced a smile, as genuine as he could muster. He set down his consolecontroller onto the coffee table in front of him and leaned forward in his seatresting his elbows on his thighs.

“you’rewearing make-up.” You looked up at Chris and away from your hoodie zip whichwas giving you hassle

“mmhm”you broke the eye contact and set to getting your drawstring bag securely onyour shoulders. Chan felt his jaw tense, she’scrossing a line Channie, she’s date bating to make you jealous. He clenchedhis eyes shut for a moment and then forced his smile back into place.

“tothe gym?” you finally actually looked at him. Your eyebrows were knotted andyour hands were folded across your chest.

“yeah?What about it” you said with an awkward half laugh. Shit dude sailing a bit close to the wind here.

Chrisstood up and took his keys from the coffee throwing them from one hand to theother before quickly adding “nothing you look pretty is all”. He closed thespace between you and placed a quick kiss to your cheek “c’mon ill drive youits dark out”

The drivethere was mostly silent, Chris had been right I was really dark out. The carpulled up outside the main entrance and he switched off the car.

“baby,you know you always look amazing right?” you blinked in surprise, its not thathe never complemented you because he always did, but this was a question not astatement “you don’t need to go to the gym, in fact you’re too pretty forexercise…” Chris trailed off stopping himself from saying more than he should. Youreached out with gentle hands and placed them to his cheeks soothingly rubbingyour thumb across his cheek bone.

“isthis because I was at work all day Channie?” you placed a soft kiss on the tipof his nose “I’ve got the whole day off tomorrow we’ll do what ever you wanteven if its just spending the whole day in bed yeah?” Chris couldn’t trust his voiceright now; a light blush was dusted across his nose and cheeks. To anyone elsethe small nod that he made would be completely unnoticeable but to you it wasclear as day. He reached up and placed one hand at the nape of your neck to pullyou to him. As your lips connected with his everything was still, like the air aroundyou two had stopped moving to admire the two of you. Reluctantly you had tomove away from Chan. everything shot back into rushing around him the instantyour lips were away from his. You gave him a small smile as you hopped out ofthe car, he watched as you put your head phones in and jogged up the stepsmaking sure you were safely inside before he switched the engine back on.

“awork out can’t take that long can it?” Chris spoke aloud to no one “it will beeven darker when she’s done. A good boyfriend would wait and bring her backhome.” As he decided he pulled out of the front entrance and into the car park,pulling up and turning the engine off. Chan sat half listening to whatever garbagewas prattling on on the radio, he caught a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror

“what do you think she’s doing up there?” it grinned down at him, and his eye brows furrowed “what shesaid she was doing, working out” the reflection chuckled “you really believe that? God you’re gullible. She’s probably gettingdicked down by some dude bro in a back room, you know that she’s a liar” Changround his teeth together “ I cant believe that you’re doing this now, after agood bye like that? you’re obsessed with the idea of her cheating on us” theexpression of the reflection staring back at him grew grim “if you’re so sure just go up and check onher, what if I’m wrong and she’s actually in danger, would you be able to livewith that Channie” Chris closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair“I can just sit here and trust her, shut up!” he opened his eyes to shout downwhat ever remark the reflection was going to spit out next but instead he wasmet with his with desperate expression. There was at least a good three secondpause before Chris sprang out of his car and ran up the front steps into thebuilding. Good boy.

“HEY!SIR YOU CAN’T GO UP THERE WITHOUT PAYING!” the receptionist at the front deskcalled out to him, Chris turned on his heals and painted an awkward smile onhis lips scratching the back of his neck.

“myuh girlfriend left her keys at my place” he held up his own car keys toconvince the receptionist of his lie “ill be in and out in 2 minutes, scouts honour”Chan let out a small laugh for good measure and the receptionist blushedslightly

“wellsh-shes a very lucky lady to have a boyfriend like you, g-go ahead, but ill betiming you mister!” she laughed, he smiled back and jogged up the rest of thestairs.

As Chan made it into the big work out hall, hebecame acutely aware of the lack of other women and the abundance of big menand weight machines, blood rushed in his ears almost drowning out the I told you so.

Chrisspotted you from the other side of the room talking to some guy who must havebeen twice your size at least, every thing began to stutter around him as hecame closer to the two of you, he could barely make out the words that werebeing shared between you and the stranger.

“onemore time before you have to go? Pretty please” you whined out to the man “whileI’ve still got the energy to beat you” you batted your eyelids at him and theguy let out a deep chuckle. Look at her shehas no shame, right here in front of all these people what a whore.

“mywife is gonna think I’m cheating on her y/n” he replied laughing slipping apair of kickboxing pads onto his hands.

Chanducked behind a wall to watch the two suspects without being seen, he watchedas you placed two solid kicks well above your shoulders onto the side of one ofthe pads the man had on his hands.

“fuckssake Charlie make it hard for me will you” you laughed. Chris watched a Charlieswiped his arm to try and contact the side of your head, you blocked him withyour forearm, grabbing onto his elbow pulling him towards you before using hisown weight to turn and push him to the floor. the two of you laughed out ofbreath and you extended a hand to help Charlie up “I’m convinced that you letme win these days” you grinned at him, he pulled of the gloves, took your handand smiled back,

“heyy/n I think you have a fan” he said pointing behind you after he pulled himselfto his feet. You spun around and craned your neck to see who was standingthere.

“Channie?”your whole face broke out into a massive grin “Channie what are you doing here?”you ran to him and wrapped your arms around Chris’ neck, lifting your legs intothe air when he hugged you back around your waist. You let him go and beamed upat him “sorry I’m all sweaty” the two of you laughed “what are you doing here?”

“I cameup to tell you I was waiting in the car park and not to get a taxi” your heartfluttered, what did you do to deserve him, Charlie cleared his throat behindyou.

“sorrywhere are my manners” you laughed again “Chris, Charlie. Charlie, Chris” Charlieextended his hand with a smile and Chan took it smiling back.

“itsnice to meet you I’m y/n’s personal trainer” he shook his hand firmly beforeletting it go “she talks about you a lot it’s good to put a face to the name ofthe distraction” Chan looked down to see you blushing slightly before chucklingback at him.

“youknow with just the little bit of chatter I overheard when I first came over, I thoughtI was gonna have to kill you.” You and Charlie laughed and Chris chuckled along.

“youhave nothing to worry about she not my type, way to high maintenance” the two ofyou laughed again and you lightly hit Charlie’s arm at what he had said. Chan forcedanother convincing chuckle.

“rememberwho your talking to mate” the three of you laughed again before char lie excusedhimself adding on the end that the four of us should go out for dinner sometime.

“I justneed to get my stuff and then I’m good to go okay?” Chan nodded in response

“I’llwait for you down and the front desk, I had to lie to a receptionist to get up here”you grew up on your tip toes and pace a quick peck on Channie’s lips beforeturning to leave

Chris was definitely going to hold you to your promise tomorrow, even if his littleflower did have thorns

#stay #yandere stray kids #yandere aussie line #stray kids chan #stray kids #bang chan #channie #hyung line #yandere chan #yandere! stray kids #boyfriend bang chan #chris x reader #chan x reader #bang chan x reader #k-pop #kpop #idol #skz imagines #tw: voices #tw: obsession

[scribeofmorpheus]

As Fate Would Have It Part 8 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Catch Up Here!

A/N: This update took fucking forever! Forgive me, lol. But I have started a new challenge to see if I can finish this series before Endgame so... fingers crossed! Also, I won’t lie, I enjoy young Howard Stark’s personality.  And the opening was definitely not inspired by the opening of Marvelous Mr.s Maisel s2!!! *winks with both eyes!*

Remember: Reader’s alias is Helen Rushman but everyone calls you Elle!

Words: 2463

Warnings: Angst?! Pfft, I don’t even know!

(gif isn’t mine)

One Month Later

You sat at the work station of Betty Bloom, one of the employees you had befriended during your 3 weeks at your new job. Her calls were fairly few, giving you a lot of breathing room between calls. On the other end of the operators' office Agnes, a shaky poodle of a woman, was having less of a breezy time.

"Hellen, help!" Agnes yelped from her chair by the switchboard, "There are too many calls coming through!" she panicked, lost in a tangle of cables.

You used your chair to swivel to her place as she smoothly moved out the way. "Stark Industries, how may I direct your call?" you asked with the company-polite-policy tone. After a few seconds, you put the right switch in its corresponding section. "Stark Industries, how may I direct your call?" you repeated the process like a record player.

After a few minutes of dealing with the bulk of the calls, you gave Agnes a cheeky wink, "All done. I believe these are yours?" You held up a switchboard jack yet to be connected.

Agnes fanned herself dramatically as she wheeled back to her station, "Girl, I don't know how you do it. You are a literal angel."

"All in a day’s work," you smiled back before heading back to the station you were covering. Betty came back from her quick smoke break soon after. "And Agnes, it's Elle. Never Helen."

"Thank ye, darlin'," Betty retrieved her headsets from you, "You are an actual lifesaver. Now ye best get on, before the handsome Moustachioed Casanova notices you've been gone a minute."

Some of the girls giggled youthfully at Betty's mention of Howard Stark's nickname, others visibly swooned. You thought it best to follow the trend and feigned the same level of adoration the other women showed. You bid the girls a fond adieu and made your way back upstairs to your office.

You had been working as Howard Stark’s secretary for a few weeks now. From early on, the other secretaries showed a colder reception towards you when you first arrived, they probably thought you slept your way to the position considering a lot of the other girls had been vying for this position months before you even stepped foot in Brooklyn. And so you wound up spending time with the much more accepting and lively telephone operators in the basement.

You made your way to your desk, getting a few sour looks from the other secretaries. The piercing intensity of their fiery gaze reminded you a lot of the Red Room and how people you had considered allies could just as easily turn into adversaries. One of them even resembled Yelena which made you grind your teeth every time you saw her permanently squinted eyes. When you got to your desk you were greeted by the all too familiar sounds of your boss, Howard Stark, being a little too cheeky and less attentive than he should be while a suit argued over a patent.

"Howard, you stole my invention, admit it!" the man shouted.

You heard a chuckle and had the urge to peek into the office subtly from behind your desk.

"I did no such thing old boy," Howard said condescendingly. Giving the unknown man a pat on the back. Even you had to admit, he could be charming when you least expected it. "It can't be helped if we both thought up the same idea. It's a mere coincidence."

"That's folly and you know it!"

"Listen here, Frankie. Do you know the difference between your patent and mine?" the suit, Frankie, stayed silent. "The answer is simple. Mine is simply better than yours. See, Stark Industries invents quality, reliable and groundbreaking products. And to be frank, yours just doesn't meet any of those standards."

Frankie was turning beet red, "Why you--"

"Mr Stark, your 3 o'clock is here. Should I tell security to let him up or will you be going down to meet him?" You interjected just in time to diffuse what could have been a rather messy situation. Howard smirked at you, no doubt impressed by your cunning.

"Thank you, Helen but there'll be no need. I was heading out anyway," You didn't bother to correct him. Howard pretended to organise some documents into a briefcase. "Sorry, Frankie. Guess we'll have to continue this stimulating conversation another time. Set a time with my very capable secretary, she'll pencil you in."

Frankie or Frank, whichever it was, muttered a few choice words under his breath before he stormed off in a huff.

"Nice timing there, darlin'," Howard complemented. "To think of all the times my previous secretaries caused a scene by actually calling security… And all the tabloid headlines that followed. Where have you been all my life?" he mused.

"Certainly not running in your circles, Sir." You bit back with a little too much attitude. You were about to apologize until you saw how Howard was looking at you: like his next conquest.

"Ah, the Dame's got bite too," he threw a dashing smile your way. Shameless flirt he was.

Now you got to witness first hand why they called him the Moustachioed Casanova, he did have the curse of charisma.

Howard gathered a file and walked towards you, "Here, file these for me and go down to Research and Development and make sure we didn't actually steal Frankie's designs. Can't have a lawsuit on my ass." He handed you the papers. He lingered for a moment before gathering his coat and hat.

"Of course, Sir."

He stopped by the door of his office and looked at you with a raised brow, "One more thing..."

"Sir?"

"I thought my 3 O'clock was a… woman."

You held back the urge to laugh, "It is. I just didn't think that particular piece of information was pertinent for others to be privy to."

Without warning, Howard placed a harmless, giddy kiss on your cheek. "If only every other secretary could have your smarts!" He said hastily before departing for his 'meeting'.

That would be a frightful thing to behold you thought, knowing full well how devious and merciless assassins could be, let alone underpaid secretaries!

In the background you heard what sounded like him walking into someone, followed by a hasty "Pardon me."

You glanced over at the large file in your hand and at Howard's empty office. Finally! The opportune moment to search his office for anything pertaining to Project Rebirth. The sooner you could uncover a new lead, the sooner you could leave your post and try to go back to the way things were. You felt a sting in your heart when you remembered the sad look on Bucky's face when ended things three weeks ago. You shook those thoughts from your head and got to work.

In a bin, by the doorway of the floor, you saw a fresh bouquet of pink flowers. Strange… You hadn't noticed them when you went for your break in the basement earlier. They reminded you of the peach farm you, Bucky, Sal and Steve had visited.

***

Steve and Bucky were having lunch at a different diner in town. Bucky had had a constant far-away look on his face lately and Steve was getting worried.

One of the waitresses came down, she seemed very interested in hooking Bucky's attention but he simply placed his order and gave a polite smile before gazing back out the window.

"Come on Buck, you can't keep moping about," Steve tried to console his best friend. "It's been three weeks." In all truth, Steve had never seen his pal so worked up over a girl before. If only there was something he could do besides endless pep talks. Steve wracked his brain while he sipped his burnt coffee.

A man besides their table was reading a newspaper that read "12 Month Countdown to Stark Expo".

Steve nudged Bucky and whispered conspiratorially, "Hey, what do you think about the Stark Expo?"

Bucky followed after Steve's eye line and saw the newspaper, "If I'm being honest Steve-O, I haven't thought much about it."

Steve started going off about his thoughts on what was quickly becoming the event of the decade, Bucky nodded his head and gave a few Oh's and Ah's, but really his attention was fully placed on the Uncle Sam poster printed in black and white on the back page that screamed "We Want You!"

"Hey… Buck?" Steve seemed less confident now.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know why Elle… you know, ended things between you two?"

Bucky gazed down at his coffee cup. He began stirring the coffee despite there being no sugar or milk in it. "Work," was all he said.

"That can't be it, can it?"

"She said she'd be too busy, didn't want to hold me back… or something rather."

"And you just went along with it? That's not like you Buck. When you want something you always go for it!"

Bucky chuckled, a smile threatening to spread across his lips, "So what you're saying is, I should never have let her walk out of my life?"

"Come on man, you're absolutely miserable without her!" Steve fidgeted about a bit, he saw a vase with a few wilting flowers in it and suddenly a thought popped into his head. "Hey! Why don't you make some grand gesture and tell her you don't care if she's going to be busier with work or you won’t see her as much. Tell her how you really feel. That you lo--" Steve stopped himself before he said too much.

Bucky mulled over Steve's hopelessly romantic words for a moment. And in a flash, he stood up, placed some money on the counter, thanked his friend and walked out of the diner with purpose.

Steve smiled after his friend as he waited for his food patiently, "Hey, 'scuse me. Mind if I borrow that?" He asked the gentleman with the newspaper.

"Sure thing pal," he handed him the paper.

Bucky made his way to the subway and took the Two-Twenty-Two to midtown. When he reached his stop a whole 30 minutes had passed. It was quarter to 3 when he took the elevator up to the secretarial pool of Stark Industries -having bribed the security personnel 5 bucks and swooning over about winning a girls heart. He had a bouquet of pink flowers that reminded him of their picnic at Sue's Farm, a new found smile that felt strange on his face since becoming accustomed to brooding and a smart head of hair -having used the reflective surface of the elevator to smooth it out. He was ready to win her back! But then he saw something he didn't expect.

Elle was standing in a man's office, he looked to be enjoying her company. Then abruptly, he kissed her cheek, and she didn't protest. Bucky stood frozen in the doorway for a few moments. Only to be snapped out of his haze when the very same man, who he recognised from the papers as Howard Stark, nearly bumped into him on his way out. Bucky felt a surge of red hot boil his blood, but he simply balled his fists and dumped the bouquet in the nearest bin. He chose to leave using the stairs, not wanting to face the security personnel he had told of his plans to woo Elle back.

Walking back to his apartment he saw a large Uncle Sam poster, and this time he felt as though it was pointing right at him. With purpose and still glazed over with anger, Bucky began walking in the opposite direction. In the direction of the nearest recruitment centre.

***

When you returned to your apartment you were beyond exhausted. Not only did you have too many files to sort through -you made a mental note to impose a more efficient filing system on Mr Stark- but you also had to juggle snooping around Howard's office without raising anyone’s suspicions before he returned from his 3 0'Clock meeting.

You kicked off your shoes and placed the lonely bouquet you saw earlier on the table. You filled an old marmalade Jar and snipped the stems shorter before placing the newly hydrated flowers on the counter. You set the kettle on to make some tea and went to change out of your work clothes.

"Elle, darlin' that you?" Sal chimed in from her room.

"Hey, Sal. I just put on the kettle. Want some tea?"

"Oh, swell!" you heard her feet patter across the floor into the kitchen. "Oh, these are wonderful. Who sent them?" She asked in reference to the flowers.

"No idea. Found them in the trash."

"And you just… picked them up?" she wasn't amused.

"It was empty!"

"Oh, well, that makes it okay," she retorted.

"Is that sarcasm?"

"Maybe... this is what happens when you leave me alone with Annie," there was a pause as she removed the whistling kettle from the stove and plopped some cups down. "Oh, there's a card."

You walked out of your room and gave Sal a warm smile. "Who's it from?"

Sal went slightly pale before she balled the card in her hand and walked over to the bin, "No one." You thought her voice sounded odd. She walked back and sat at the count, her hands fidgeting in her pocket. "Probably a lover’s quarrel." She cleared her throat.

"Boy, have I had the most exhausting day--"

"Sorry Hun, I just realised I have to call my brother before it gets too late," Sal practically all but ran into her room. You thought she was acting rather odd but didn't follow up on it. You stretched and headed to the bathroom to run a bath.

***

Sal scoured through her diary looking for Steve's number. She knew she had it somewhere because she called him when she was planning the surprise party she threw for Elle last month.

"Here it is," she cheered. She dialled the number and uncrumpled the card that was on the bouquet. It read: To my best girl, B.

It had to be from Bucky, but how did Elle not notice it? Why hadn't she said anything? And why did Elle find them in the trash? Sal had so many questions and she hoped Steve could answer them, but most of all, she wanted to see if this meant there was space for a reconciliation. Because, honestly, Sal noticed how down Elle's mood had been since she and Bucky split and she imagined Bucky wasn't doing much better either.

When Steve picked up, she almost squealed at the image forming in her mind: Elle and Bucky, back together again!

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What I Want ~ Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

Hi my lovelies! This is a fic I wrote a while back and I finally and happy enough with it to post it. I hope you enjoy it! 

Title: What I Want 

Summary: Reader always goes after what she wants and she wants Steve. What happens when he doesn’t want her back. (summary sucks) 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Pietro Maximoff,  Natasha Romanoff 

Rating: K+ 

Warnings: Little bit of angst, fluff

Word count: 2362 

“You should just ask him out, Printessa.”

You jumped when Pietro spoke in your ear. He had sped in while you had been watching Steve laughing at Sam and Bucky who were bickering from what you could tell.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The guy you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes. You should ask him on a date. You two would make a cute couple.”

“That would require that he likes me too,” you pointed out, grabbing a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and turning your back on the super soldier.

“Who says he doesn’t?”

The truth was, experience. You’d asked Steve out a bunch in the past few months – casually, yes, but still he’d always found a way to weasel out. But Pietro didn’t need to know that.

“Uh. Logic. There’s no way he’d go for someone like me.”

“Someone beautiful and smart and badass? Yeah, who would possibly want that?” he snarked.

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

“You’re sweet, Pietro. But he doesn’t see me that way.”

Pietro smirked as he looked over your head.

“The jealous look on his face would beg to differ.”

“What are you talking about?” You glanced back over your shoulder at Steve who was furrowing his brow at the pair of you. When he caught your eye he offered you a tight-lipped smile.

He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear and leaned to down to whisper his response. “He’s not happy you kissed me on the cheek. He’s headed this way. Act natural.”

He pecked your cheek, and before you could respond Steve wrapped his arm around you casually and the two of you clammed up. Reflexively, you switched your champagne glass to your right hand and wrapped your left around his waist as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt,” he commented in an unusually firm tone when he noticed Pietro was pressing his lips together to keep from speaking.

You gave him a warning glare to not open his mouth.

“Of course not. We just wrapped up a conversation about Piet’s new suit. He thinks he can run fast enough to burn a hole in it. Even with Tony’s mods.”

“That would be quite impressive, kid.”

“Yes, sir. It would. Ah, Wanda needs me. See you later.”

With that he sped away, leaving only a soft breeze in his wake.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“You never do,” you muttered, as Tony clapped a hand on his shoulder as he passed.

“What was that?” He asked, turning his attention back to you.

“Nothing. I’m feeling a bit tired. I think I might just turn in.”

“You’re not getting sick are you?”

He looked about ready to go make you soup so you shook your head vigorously.

“No. Just tired. Nat had me up at the crack of dawn for training and then I had to finish up some work for Commander Hill. I’m going to crash. I’ll see you for our session in the morning.”

You were already backing away from him, but he followed.

“Let me walk you up to your room.”

“I’m fine, Steve. Really.”

“I’d still like to accompany you. If you don’t mind.”

You never could say no to spending extra time with him.

“Alright. I’m just going to say happy birthday to Tony one more time.”

Once you’d extracted yourself from Tony’s drunken over-enthusiastic hug, you spotted Steve waiting by the door. Nat pulled you into a hug as you made your way over to him, slipping something into your hand as she whispered in your ear.

“Go get him, tiger.”

You looked down when she let go and saw that it was a condom.

“You’re so not funny, Nat.”

“I’m hilarious.”

She blew you a kiss and waltzed away as you growled after her.

“Everything alright?” Steve asked when you reached him.

“Just Nat being Nat.”

He nodded understandingly. Once you made it outside the party you paused, holding onto Steve’s shoulder as you slipped off your heels.

“Finally. Stupid new shoes. My feet have been killing me all night,” you griped.  

“If it makes you feel any better, they made your legs look amazing.”

“Is that right, Captain?” you asked with a flirtatious smile and he blushed.

“Well, I just mean that they really umm… complemented your dress.”

“Thanks. I hoped they would.”

“Well they do.”

He was silent for the rest of the walk to your room. As you fiddled with your keys, you decided you would ask him out one more time and if he said no you would move on from your dumb crush.

“So, I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner with me tomorrow night? I’ve been wanting to try out that new Italian place around the corner.”

You were prepared for rejection, so when he smiled and said he’d love to, you were totally caught off guard.

“What time were you thinking?”

“Seven-thirty?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll see you in the morning for training. Get some rest.”

You leaned up against the door and squealed in excitement.

~ ~ Two months later ~ ~ 

Wanda and Nat had both warned you not to sulk on your bed with the door open, but you didn’t listen.

Within five minutes of you sitting on the edge of your bed staring out the window at the rain, you sensed his presence. He really did have a sixth sense.

“Go away, Steve,” you grumbled.

“What’s going on, sweetheart? Talk to me.”

His voice was soft as he pulled your desk chair over and sat down. Normally, the pleading baby blues would have been enough to make you crack, but not this time.

“I’m fine, Steve.”

“Is that why you’re pouting at the rain?”

You spared him a glance. Big mistake. His expression was open, earnest, concerned. All you wanted to do was crawl into his lap and never move, but that was the problem.

“I’m not pouting. I’m… pensive,” you informed him turning your attention back to the gray sky.

“Nat mentioned something about a guy.”

You were going to kill her.

“It’s nothing. Just don’t worry about it.”

“Is it Pietro? You two have been pretty cozy lately.”

“No, Steve. It’s not Pietro.”

“Do you need me to beat someone up for you?”

His lips curled up into a half smile as he made the offer.

“No, that’s okay. I don’t think it would really help. Besides he really is a great guy.”

“Clearly not that great if he hurt my girl,” Steve told you with a straight face. You wanted to laugh at the irony. “What did he do wrong?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong. I thought that he liked me as more than a friend, but apparently he doesn’t. No big deal. No one’s fault.”

“How do you know that he doesn’t like you?” Steve pressed.

You wondered for a moment if he knew you were talking about him. The prospect intrigued you so you played along.

“Well I’ve liked him for a really long time. And we hang out a lot in groups, but in the past few months I’ve really tried to put myself out there and spend time with him one on one.”

“And…”

“And most times he says he doesn’t have time. And then the few times we have managed to make plans he’s cancelled at the last minute. Or he’s brought friends. Last time he sent his friend to take his place. Because he actually thought it didn’t matter who I took to dinner that night.”  

At this point you were certain he must know you were talking about. At least until he opened his mouth.

“God, why do you even like this guy? He sounds like a loser.”

“He’s not. He’s really good to me. I love spending time with him. He always makes me feel safe, and I feel like I can talk to him about anything.”

Clearly since I’m talking to him about him, you thought wryly.  

Steve looked put out at this news.

“What’s the face for?”

“Nothing, sweetheart.”

“No, no. You make me talk about my feelings, I make you talk about yours. Why do you look like I punched you in the stomach?”

He shook his head to himself, before plastering on a smile.

“It’s just I thought we were close.”

Now you were confused.

“We are close, Steve.”

“Then how come I haven’t ever heard about this guy?”

“Are you kidding me?” You gaped at him.

“No, I mean I know I’m not Nat or Wanda but I thought you would trust me enough to tell me about a guy you had such strong feelings for. I’ve heard about all the other less serious ones.”

“Steve, there’s a really simple explanation for that.”

“What’s that?”

Alright, now or never. Just do it, y/n.

“I didn’t tell you about this guy because it’s you.”

“What?”

“I like you, Steve. You are the guy who makes me feel safe and that I love spending time with. You’re also the guy who keeps blowing me off.”

“I… huh?”

He tilted his head and furrowed his brow.

“You’re gonna catch flies,” you teased, closing his mouth.

“Wait you like me?”

“Yes, you idiot. But you don’t seem to be interested. So, conversation over. Embarrassment done. I’ll see you for training in the morning.”

You opened the door and gestured for him to leave. But he remained in his seat, staring at you.

“You like me?”

“Yes. We’ve established that. We’ve also established that you don’t like me. So…”

You gestured to the door again.

“Wait, when did we establish I don’t like you?”

You squinted at him in disbelief.

“Steve, I’ve asked you out like ten times in the past six months and you’ve either turned me down or bailed at the last minute. And that’s not counting when you had to cancel for missions, because obviously missions take precedent.” you babbled, closing the door and leaning back against it. “So then I thought, okay, maybe he doesn’t like me. I’m going to try to move on, and you come in and scare off every guy I’ve come within five feet of in the past two months.”

“That’s not true.”

You gave him an unimpressed look.

“Okay, maybe it’s a little true. Sweetheart…”

“Can you please stop calling me that? It’s part of the reason I convinced myself you liked me.”

“Sweetheart.” You glared. “Sorry, y/n. Okay, I was pretty sure that you were asking me out, but I wasn’t sure. If I had been…”

“You would have let me down easy. I get it.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Yes it is. Do you want to date me or do you not?”

“Yes,” your heart soared for a moment, before crashing into your stomach at his next words. “But I can’t.”

Normally you would have just accepted the rejection and moved on, but this was too important. He was too important.

“There’s no rule against it,” you reminded him petulantly.  

“It’s not about rules.”

“Then what is it about”

“I’m too old for you. What would people say?”

“Umm, ‘holy shit. You’re so lucky.’ Or something like that.”

“I would be the lucky one.”

You smiled for a moment before continuing.

“Steve, who cares what anyone else says or thinks? I only care about you.”

“I’m ninety-nine years old.”

“You don’t look a day over eighty,” you snarked.

“Be serious.”

“Fine. You want serious? Your age doesn’t matter to me. The only thing that has ever mattered is that you make me feel safe and happy. No matter how often we’re together, I want to spend more time with you. I want to be there for you when missions go well, and I definitely want to be there when missions go wrong. If you can honestly tell me you don’t feel the same, then we can forget about all of this. And we’ll just be friends. But if you can’t, then you’re going to have to give me a better reason than you’re ‘too old’ for me.”

“Y/n,” he groaned. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“What are you so scared of?”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“I can take care of myself. I’m not some damsel in distress.”

“I know that. I meant I can’t lose you as a friend.”

“You’re not going to lose me, Steve. I promise. I will always be your friend.”

“Easy for you to say now. What if we end up not working out?”

“Do you know what scares me more than the thought of us not working out?” He shook his head so you continued. “Never giving us a shot and missing out on something amazing.”

“But don’t you think we’re great friends?”

“Of course I do. But we could be so much more.” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his.

“What if being physical just messes up what we have?”

“You know I’m not just talking about sex when I say we could be more?”

“I know. But.”

Leaning in and bumping your nose against his. “We can go around in circles all day. So let’s make a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” He asked as his eyes drifted closed.

“One kiss. A real kiss. You decide if it’s worth the risk.”

Your lips ghosted over his just barely touching.

“Sounds like you’ve already made up your mind.”  

“I did. A long time ago. I always go after what I want. Do we have a deal?” You asked.

“Deal.”

Without hesitation you pressed your lips to his. His initial response was tame. And after a few moments you started to pull back, convinced he’d made up his mind. But before you could, one of his hands grabbed the back of your neck while the other slid under your knees and hauled you into his lap. His hand slid down to the small of your back as you tangled your hands into his hair.

When he finally let you breathe, you giggled, “So what’s the verdict?”

“I’m going after what I want.”

“And what’s that?”

“You. “

A/N: So there you have it my lovelies! Some Steve Rogers goodness for you! I hope you enjoyed! 

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The Gods’ Apprentice

Summary: Two lovers are intertwined, their fates meant to be nothing more than mere toys of the universe meant to entertain the gods of old. But when they find themselves torn apart, separated by both distance and stolen memories, they fight to rediscover who they were together before time destroys the very echo of their love. Fate and the gods may have their plans in place, but these two have faith in more than just prophecies.

Word Count: 1,708

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                                    We live as we dream—Alone                                             - Joseph Conrad

There is a story never written down before, one that speaks of a young man who loved a young woman with all of his heart, who would have burned the world to ashes if she only asked. And he, he was lucky for she felt for him equally as he did for her. She would have scoured the entirety of the earth for eternity if it meant finding him and kissing him one final time. The two were halves of each other, meant to complement the other until the dark shroud of death covered their hands and closed their eyes, but even then, they would have found one another in the afterlife, would have laced fingers together and smiled at one another with the love of the world glimmering in their eyes and together they would have faced whatever harsh secrets death hides.

But this is not a story of joy. Indeed, it is a story of woe and misery and the loss of one’s soulmate.

But I’m getting ahead of myself now, for misery isn’t where the story begins. No, the story begins with two lovers, their hands clenched together as they watch a sunset drip molten colors onto the horizon, painting their world beautiful. Leaves tumble through the yard of their small dwelling, mere passerby’s sent to observe a wonder of the universe that too quickly will fracture apart.

The young man shuts his eyes and a breeze slips through the fencing on the front porch to ruffle both his hair and the front of his unbuttoned vest.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” The young woman murmurs, eyes shimmering in wonder as she watches a pastel green seep slowly into the gentle blue of the sky.

The young man opens one green eye, not bothering to look at the sunset, just the young woman. “It’s always beautiful around here, love.”

She blushes and smiles to herself, a small smile that’s half-hidden by the way she turns her chin toward her shoulder, but he notices it and squeezes her hand.

An ocean somewhere nearby whispers, breaking against the bronze cliffs of the country. The young man had traveled here with his family at the young age of three, met his girlfriend only three years after that, and fallen in love with her immediately. He began courting her the moment he turned fifteen, and the past year had been the brightest point of his life. He’d taken her to his grandparent’s house on their first date out, and the two had fallen in love with the warm winds and smell of salt hanging in the air, spending at least on evening there weekly afterward.

The woman shifts in the creaking rocking chair the young man had carved for her himself. “Darling, do tell me another story.”

He chuckles, the sound low, but obliges his beloved’s request. “About what?”

She shuts her eyes as well, humming below her breath as she thinks. “The ocean.”

“A fabulous request,” he murmurs before he spins her a tale woven with golden threads and stolen from the lips of the gods themselves. When he finishes, tears have filled her eyes and she reminds him again that she knows she is lucky to have him in her life, but he just smiles and tells her he is truly the lucky one.

“Not many have the fate of meeting a goddess in their lifetime.”

She laughs. “I would say I’m far from a goddess, my dear.”

He shrugs. “You’re more than any deserve, my love, and I swear I will never forget it.”

She sighs when she opens her eyes and is confronted by the deep blue of the evening sky. “I suppose it’s time we begin our walk home.”

“Can’t we spend just one more moment here, together?”

“You know we can’t.”

“But—”

She shakes her head, standing and tugging on his hand to pull him from his rocking chair as well. “We have to head back before my father worries.”

The young man stands, eyes twinkling like the sleepy stars above him. “Come on, dear. He adores me. He won’t worry if we’re a little behind time.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you a tad bit arrogant tonight.”

He steps toward her until she’s pressed against him, then he lifts a hand and runs it down her cheek. “I’m just utterly in love with you, my dear.”

The young woman steps away as the young man bends down to kiss her, grinning at him and shaking her head. “Not until you bring me back. You know what my father will say if we’re late.”

The young man groans but concedes the fight. He holds onto her hand, fingers laced with hers as he steps to her side. “Well, let’s leave, then. Though you should know,” he says, shoving his free hand in his pocket when another warm breeze sweeps through the area, “that I won’t let your dad say no to me when I finally ask to marry you.”

She giggles. “Marriage, huh?”

“Oh yes,” he says, “I plan on marrying you. If you’ll have me, of course.”

“Well, Mr. Scamander,” she murmurs, grinning at the ground, “you’d better follow through on such a promise.”

The stars shine brighter but all he notices is how beautiful her grin is as he replies, “It’s a promise I’d never consider breaking.”

The rest of the walk is spent in silence, both floating on the folly of youth and love, both truly believing they had fate in their hands and were weaving the story of their lives by themselves, but fate isn’t so kind as to offer others her string, and she had plans that wandered far from the young lovers’ plans.

When the young man kisses her on her front stoop, he is unaware, unable to know it will be the last kiss the two may ever share. Some may question his loyalty, but how can anyone blame him for not staying a moment longer? For not accepting the tea offered to him by her mother? If he had known fate was plotting to rip him away from his most precious lifeline, he would never have left her side that night. He would have married her then and there to spite the gods, to resist their attempts to tear him from his darling’s side.

But he didn’t know, couldn’t, and, as the young man steps away from the front door and it shuts behind him with a gentle click, fate sets her plan in action.

The next morning, he’s gone, and though the young woman searches the entire coast for him, she finds nothing. There is, after all, not a thing to be found. She and her family overturn every rock in town, knock on every door, search in every cave to find the man that she loves, but there is not even a whisper of him on the lips of the locals that hear everything.

He vanished that night, and, though years pass, she looks, searches, scours, but she never finds a trace of the man.

Not until another man, this one tall and muscular and quite opposite in every way to her love, appears at her door, tanned skin and a smug grin plastered over his chiseled features. He shoves a hand at her. “Hello, madam. Pleasure to meet you. If you don’t mind, I need to ask a favor.”

She frowns at him, trying to reconcile where she’d met the man before, but some things are meant to remain secret to people like her. “Sorry?” She doesn’t even have a chance to ask his name before he bowls her over with more questions, pushing into the room behind her, lifting the tea cup she was drinking and peering at it.

“Oh, you are a tea drinker? So my brother was right. Perfect.” He grins at her with a dazzling grin, nodding toward the road that’s still visible through the open door behind her. “May I ask who that man is?”

She turns her head to find an empty road. “I’m sorry, sir, who?”

“Ah, I must be seeing things. The gods play tricks on hot days like these.”

She blinks as he sets her cup down and starts her way. “You… you asked for help?”

He smiles once more, “No, nothing anymore. You’ve been more than helpful, thank you. I’ll see myself out.”

He steps past her as she protests, ignoring her questioning gaze as he steps into the golden sunlight. It suits him like it seems to suit no other man on the isle.

And just like that, he’s gone.

She stands, dazed, at the door for a moment, curious. Who was the man? How did he know her? And who is his brother? She’s never known such a stranger in her town. As her senses return, she darts to the window, sticking her head outside to watch him jaunt down the road toward the ocean.

She doesn’t realize as she wanders back into the kitchen that he slipped something in her drink, and she doesn’t realize as she sips it that it tastes different, sweeter, like a gift from the gods.

And she doesn’t realize as she grows faint and falls, the tea cup trembling in her hand before slipping to the ground, that she has just been tricked.

I could continue here, describe the effects of the trick, who the stranger was, tell you, dear reader, exactly what occurred in this moment and where her love went years before after he disappeared from the lives of everyone that loved him, but I cannot. Impatience will ruin the story. You deserve your memories back slowly, after all. I wouldn’t wish to shock you.

And yes, you read that correctly. This scene, this entire story, it’s your story. It’s about you, about the memories I know were stolen from you by a cruel fate that refuses to remove her hands from the stories of mortals. They will be returned over time so long as you promise to be patient. And I will return them exactly all as they happened, just trust me.

The story is yours, I hope it is worth remembering.

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kandreil valentines day fluff

i was just discussing kandreil valentine’s w @twnyards so ive got a lotta shit to say, hope u enjoy whatever this becomes when i finish it lmao. it got me emotional and i wrote 1.8 k instead of 800 words but like shit happens and i made myself cry a little.

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The three of them suck at relationship stuff. Yes, sure, they love each other, they know each other, they’re absolutely in love with one another but they’re not in a ‘common relationship’ and it’s not because they’re three guys, it’s because they’re not common people. For starters, they’re professional athletes who play for different teams and have a hard time finding the perfect time to skype or to actually spend time together physically.

Valentine’s day gets ignored almost every year (Kevin tries once, it’s nice because Neil’s tired and he misses them so much), and Neil’s actually fine with that. He doesn’t expect Kevin to waste time on something like Valentine’s day in the middle of important stuff or Andrew to even make a comment on how gross people are during Valentine’s Day and it doesn’t bother him because he knows they love him. They’re happy, though sorta long distance makes it hard, but they’re fine.

He knows they won’t have that much time together if any, but he can’t quite stop thinking of how he really wants to make something special for his boyfriends, Valentine’s day or not. He doesn’t want to copy Kevin’s quiet day in the tub covered in glitter and colourful water, but he wants to do something cute and relaxing and fun because being out and about won’t make any of them comfortable.

He thinks of making the classic cupcakes but Kevin won’t eat them and it’ll be a waste of time (Andrew’d disagree, of course). He doesn’t want to make anything separate for them because the fuckers don’t need meaningless gifts they need something that’ll remind them of how much they mean to him and honestly if he could he’d just make them take a nap in their cozy bed with their cats and cuddle until the world ends but he can’t and also that’s a shitty Valentine’s day idea so he lets go of it.

Neil isn’t good at relationship stuff. He sucks at communicating important things, he forgets important dates and isn’t emotionally stable enough to be predictable. But that’s fine because the three of them are more or less like that. In a way they complement each other and spooning for comfort always helps him anyway. They’re not sweet, they’re not cute, but they’re fine and in love and that matters so much to people like them who’d thought for a long time they wouldn’t be able to truly love someone or have a normal relationship. Or whatever they used to deem as ‘normal’.

Internet’s got some ridiculous ideas and he sucks at understanding how the internet works still so it’s challenging to find something he likes. Everything’s about foodfoodfood and he’s not good at it and neither is Andrew (whose diet still sucks) or Kevin (whose diet sucks too but in a different way). So he decides to keep looking.

They’re clichés, yes, but he’s never had a classic Valentine’s day and he can accomodate them for his own purposes.

They day arrives. It’s not the fourteenth because Andrew had a match that day and he wasn’t free until the sixteenth but then again Kevin couldn’t catch a plane until the seventeenth and Neil’s there for days and days waiting for his boyfriends to finally get home even if his idea of a Valentine’s day sorta sucks.

Andrew gets there with flowers. Neil laughs at his face when Andrew says, “I found them on the floor, your fans, probably” but there’s a card that clearly has got Andrew and Kevin’s handwriting. He’s fucking gone and just lost for those boys, “Kevin won’t get here until five”

“Did you check on him?” Neil asks with a smile on his face and Andrew nods in annoyance. Of course he cares but he can’t say out loud because it feels a little like betraying his careless nature.

Andrew kisses him right after he’s answered their question and he lets go, lets himself melt in Andrew’s arms around his waist because he’s missed him so so much. Neil rests his head on Andrew’s shoulder and the familiar smell of cigarettes and Andrew’s cologne hits him and he wants to stay there forever.

Andrew goes for a shower immediately afterwards and Neil sits on the couch next to Sir and King and falls asleep there. He wakes up when the front door closes and he hears Kevin whispering ‘hello there son” to Sir and he feels so just happy to be there in a place he can share with his boyfriends whom he loves so much and are so special to him and fuck, he isn’t emotional but fuck it, he’s a little emotional right now.

Kevin’s got his suitcase in one hand, and a plastic bag in the other. Neil assumes it’s sweets for Andrew because it’s a special day anyway. He smiles at Kevin while he takes his coat off and hangs it and sighs contentedly when Kevin hugs his shoulders and awkwardly kisses his forehead. The position’s uncomfortable and Kevin’s a little too tall when Neil’s sat down but it still works and it makes Neil feel so warm.

“Hey” Andrew says from somewhere behind Neil, the kitchen table, he guesses, where Andrew’s using his laptop. Kevin gives him a peck on the lips before heading for the shower himself.

A few hours pass as they normally do when they’re together. Andrew sits on the couch petting one of their cats (he won’t call them his children, ever) next to Neil, who’s going through his twitter timeline trying not to get into discourse or pick up fights. Kevin’s taking care of dinner because if Andrew’s eating all that trash at some point he’s got to at least try to have decent meals. Neil agrees, but he doesn’t really care that much. He kinda loves it when Andrew gets a little bit softer.

Right before dinner he asks Andrew ‘yes or no’ and when Andrew says ‘yes’ Neil quietly thanks him and nuzzles into his neck. He kisses his cheek and then goes to Kevin to kiss his cheek too. Andrew rolls his eyes at him and Neil feels a little bit defensive but he ignores him anyway because if they can’t have a typical Valentine’s day together at least he’ll give them gifts.

He comes back with his gifts behind his back (because he’s excited, okay) and clears his throat to get their attention.

“For fuck’s sake” Andrew sighs and Kevin looks at him with a smile.

“I know we don’t do stupid celebrations and it’s not about that but I really fucking missed you and don’t look at me like that, Andrew, you agreed to get me fucking flowers. I missed you, I missed you so much and I want you to have something stupid to think of your other stupid boyfriend when you get lonely” Neil finishes.

It’s not much, but he gives Andrew an actual CD with a playlist he’ll probably get frustrated at because their songs are about runaways, about being someone, about loving someone, about helping each other and holding onto each other the way they did. It’s about wounds and healing and being desperate and being home.

His gift for Kevin is a stupid poem he read once about chevaliers and feeling lost and loving desperately and never giving up. It isn’t his but he took his time handwriting it in an actual bookmark and Kevin smiles as if he remembered something important but Neil didn’t remember, he’s always known Kevin’s favourite authors and favourite things.

“I’ve stuff too” Andrew says because he won’t fucking do what Neil just did and cry about how much he loves them. They know, they’ve always known and his affirmations are a reminder, his bruising kisses or gentle hands are a reminder of how much he needs them close to him. Andrew’s gift for Kevin is a jar with heart shaped vodka gummies to be consumed asap (they can share, it’s fine). He gets Neil a pack of cigarettes with little hearts carved at the end of the filters. It’s for keeping not for smoking, he says and Neil smiles because it’s Andrew’s favourite brand and because there’s one missing.

Kevin still hasn’t finished setting the table by the time they’ve exchanged gifts but he leaves the plates on the counter instead and puts his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, “I’m letting you eat cake for a whole day” He tells Andrew and he scoffs in response as if he needed permission or something, “In fact, I don’t even expect you to leave any chocolate for the rest of the week” He says and Neil laughs because it feels so domestic and stupid and it’s the happiest he’s ever been because his boyfriends are there and Andrew’s hands are suddenly on his waist and he’s getting a bit distracted while Kevin goes fetch his own gifts for them because of course once the tradition of ignoring Valentine’s day was broken by Kevin Day, the queen of Exy (and drama) himself, they couldn’t help it.

“You got me a fucking Exy jersey?” Neil asks taking the red jersey in his hand and inspects it.

“An old jersey” Andrew adds quirking his eyebrow and Kevin sighs, “You possessive fuck” He adds, almost teasingly and Kevin smiles openly at both of them.

“I know Neil likes wearing my clothes” He says defensively and Neil rolls his eyes, but it’s true, he actually loves wearing their clothes and stealing a shirt or anything, really, when they have to leave again, “I got you- Don’t look at me like that” Kevin says in annoyance at Andrew’s expression. He’s inspecting his gift curiously now, “it’s coupons, but for things you might like because I’m not an asshole who steals ideas from the internet”

“Yeah sure” Andrew says. One of the coupons says ‘redeemable for: one full day without me complaining about your diet’, another says, ‘redeemable for: marks. you can leave marks wherever you want to’ because Kevin never lets them leave marks in obvious places, and so on. Andrew can’t wait to redeem the really dumb ones, “You didn’t even handwrite them”

“I’m busy” Kevin retorts and continues setting the table.

Dinner’s quiet but in a nice way. It’s warm, and Neil feels just so good for being there with the two of them. It’s nice to fall asleep between them in the couch watching Cosmos, his hand in Andrew’s and Kevin’s head resting on his shoulder. It’s nice to wake up to Kevin’s kisses on his face and Andrew’s curious look. It’s perfect when he hears a whispered ‘good night’ and a grunt from Andrew as he yawns and lets himself be comforted by the smell of Andrew’s shampoo and the touch of Kevin’s cold feet. He never wants to let go.

#kandreil #aftg #my tag is ame writes i gotta change it fuck #alex writes #hi my name is alex i feel weird but very happy #anonymous